Then the study door opened again, and Anthony caught a glimpse of the lighted room; the two ladies with Sir Nicholas and his guest were seated at table; there was the figure of an armed man behind Mr. Stewart’s chair, and another behind Lady Maxwell’s; then the door closed again as Mr. Boyd with the magistrate and a constable carrying a candle came out.
“This way, sir,” said the servant; and the three crossed the hall, and passing close by Anthony, went up the broad oak staircase that led to the upper rooms. Then the minutes passed away; from upstairs came the noise of doors opening and shutting, and footsteps passing overhead; from the inner hall the sound of low talking, and a few sobs now and again from a frightened maid; from Sir Nicholas’ room all was quiet except once when Mr. Stewart’s laugh, high and natural, rang out. Anthony thought of that strong brisk face he had seen in the candlelight; and wondered how he could laugh, with death so imminent—and worse than death; and a warmth of admiration and respect glowed at the lad’s heart. The man by Anthony sighed and shifted his feet.
“What is it for?” whispered the lad at last.
“I mustn’t speak to you, sir,” said the man.
At last the footsteps overhead came to the top of the stairs. The magistrate’s voice called out sharply and impatiently:
“Come along, come along”; and the three, all carrying bags and valises came downstairs again and crossed the hall. Again the door opened as they went in, leaving the luggage on the floor; and Anthony caught another glimpse of the four still seated round the table; but Sir Nicholas’ head was bowed upon his hands.
Then again the door closed; and there was silence.
Once more it was flung open, and Anthony saw the interior of the room plainly. The four were standing up, Mr. Stewart was bowing to Lady Maxwell; the magistrate stood close beside him; then a couple of men stepped up to the young man’s side as he turned away, and the three came out into the hall and stood waiting by the little heap of luggage. Mr. Frankland came next, with the man-servant close beside him, and the rest of the men behind; and the last closed the door and stood by it. There was a dead silence; Anthony sprang to his feet in uncontrollable excitement. What was happening? Again the door opened, and the men made room as Mistress Margaret came out, and the door shut.
She came swiftly across, with her little air of dignity and confidence, towards Anthony, who was standing forward.
“Why, Master Anthony,” she said, “dear lad; I did not know they had kept you,” and she took his hand.