"You are right," she said; "these people must know nothing of the
accident until my husband is safely back at Raynham. But you had better
go and tell Plummer, the groom, to send the barouche after us. A
carriage will be wanted to convey Sir Oswald from the tower, if he is
fit to be moved."
"True," answered Victor; "I will see to it."
"And quickly!" cried Lady Eversleigh; "go quickly, I implore. You will
find me by the fir-trees when you return, ready to start with you! Do
not waste time in words, Mr. Carrington. Remember, it is a matter of
life and death."
Victor left her, and she walked to the little grove of firs, where she
found the gig of which he had spoken, and the horse standing near it,
ready harnessed, and with his bridle fastened to a tree.
Two pathways led to this fir-grove--a lower and an upper--the upper
completely screened by brushwood. Along this upper pathway, which was
on the edge of a sloping bank, Lydia Graham made her way, careless what
injury she inflicted on her costly dress, so eager was she to discover
whither lady Eversleigh was going. Completely hidden from Honoria,
though at only a few paces' distance, Miss Graham waited to watch the
proceedings of the baronet's wife.
She was mystified by the appearance of the gig and horse, stationed in
this out-of-the-way spot. She was still more mystified when she saw
Lady Eversleigh clasp her hands before her face, and stand for a few
moments, motionless and statue-like, as if abandoned to despair.
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