She turned, her thumb and forefinger pressing her throat.
"Here!" she cried. Then, louder: "Here!"
Trevelyan passed her, and strode through the deserted rooms into the great hall.
"Cary is in the study," he said to the group of men he found there, "Hello Tom!"
"John arrived an hour after you left," said Cameron, regarding Trevelyan's rigid face curiously, "and when the storm came up nothing would do but that he must come for you both in a closed carriage. I knew you'd be safe enough—if necessary find shelter with some of the tenant's wives. But John—"
Trevelyan turned to old Mactier.
"You can close up the house," he said shortly.
Stewart found the girl standing in the study. He went up to her and drew her arm through his and quietly led her down the long dark passage that connected with the great hall. He could feel that she was trembling. He patted her hand soothingly.
"There, there! child. It's all right. I know!"
V.