"Rose—Rose Lyndwood," and the fantastic sound of it was beyond credence.
The house began to stir, there came to Susannah the noise of opening shutters, of the servants on the stairs; she heard the milk girl calling without and the clatter of her pails.
"Rose—Rose Lyndwood."
Someone whistled in the street and a dog barked in the distance.
Miss Chressham left the room and went upstairs to tell my lady.
CHAPTER V
THE VISIT TO MY LORD
"A lady to see me?" asked Susannah, shrinking. She could not bring herself to face the sympathy or curiosity of acquaintances. The address of their present quiet lodging had not been published abroad, and the house in the Haymarket was in the hands of my lord's creditors. She could not imagine who, with any other motive but that of inquisitiveness, this might be inquiring for her. She thought there was none to take any interest in the survivors of the fallen house of Lyndwood.