"You have left it open!" she gasped, "and the colonel will shoot me! Shut it, for heaven's sake!"
Mrs. Chetwode locked the door, with a glance at her mistress, which said, as plain as eyes could say it:
"Poor thing! She is crazy!"
"Miss Margaret, dear, go back to your bed. You're not fit to be up at all to-day. When you feel better, we'll find out about this shutter business. Or may be you'd better come into my room. There's a dreadful draught here."
"I must go down to Dr. Gay," said Margaret, still hysterically. "Tell Symonds to have the carriage ready."
"Miss Margaret, lovey! I don't know that the colonel will like you to go out. I—I'm not sure that he'll let you.
"Is he in this house?"
"He's waited from ten o'clock, until now, nigh on four o'clock to see you when you should get up. He told me you weren't well."
"Mrs. Chetwode—oh, dear Mrs. Chetwode save me from that man! I must escape from Castle Brand without his knowledge."
"Let me send for Dr. Gay to come to you," she answered, uneasily.