Then she told herself that this was pure folly.
"But something has happened," she said, "something has happened."
Should she call my lady, or her maid? The silence of the house was terrifying, the loneliness insupportable.
The clock struck six.
"Something has happened," repeated Susannah. "What is it?"
It was not her way to seek help or company. She went swiftly upstairs and put on her hat and pelisse; there was only one thing to do.
She must go to Lyndwood House and find out.
"What has happened?" she kept repeating to herself. "Find out what has happened."
Light of foot and with hushed breathing she descended into the hall that was now full of sunlight, and opened the door.
As she stood on the step looking up the Haymarket it did not seem strange that she should be leaving the house hastily attired, gloveless, agitated, to go to my lord at this early hour.