"I would say so, certainly. The affair of the attempted robbery should certainly be followed up for one thing; her state of mind attended to for another."
Margaret's bell rang, and Mrs. Chetwode went up stairs, almost afraid to venture near her again.
"Has Symonds got the carriage ready?" cried Margaret, the instant she appeared.
She was sitting with her bonnet on, dressed for her drive, with a satchel in her hand.
"Lor', you're not fit to go out," ejaculated Chetwode, in amazement. "We're going to have Dr. Gay up to the castle, since you want him so, my deary."
"Did Colonel Brand say I was not to leave the house?" demanded Margaret.
"He thinks you're not well enough, that's a fact."
"I defy him, or any one to keep me prisoner here. You must disregard him, Mrs. Chetwode, and get me driven down to Regis."
"I'm afeard to do it, Miss Margaret."
"Then I shall defy him, and go before his eyes. Get Symonds ready silently, that there may be no opposition. As you value my life, go."