The biter was bitten!
“Mr Ferraby,” she exclaimed, clutching at his arm, “did you hear that?”
“What?” was the reply. “No, nothing; but then I am a little deaf.”
“What is it?” said Frances quickly.
Eira turned off the question with some laughing remark as to the difficulty of groping their way without misadventure; but the old vicar glanced at her curiously in the clearer light outside the porch.
“That child had better not be too confident about her own nerves,” he thought to himself. “She is looking quite pale.”