"Mrs Plant answered the bell last night," he said, meaningly. "Poor woman, she had gone to bed, and came here in alarm; so she knows that you were taken ill and went to your room. I would not let her come and disturb you, as you were so agitated.--Ah, Mrs Plant, your mistress does not feel equal to staying down to breakfast. Go and get a tray ready, and take it up to her in her room." The woman hurried to carry out Garstang's wishes, and Kate rose to her feet, while he drew back to let her pass. "The front door is fastened," he said, with a quiet smile, "and there is no window that you can open to call for help. Even if you could, and people came to inquire what was the matter, a few words respecting the sick and delirious young lady upstairs would send them away. It is curious what a wholesome dread ordinary folk have of an illness being infectious. Will you come down to dinner, or sooner, dearest?" he said, sinking his voice to a whisper, full of tenderness. "I shall be here, and only too glad to welcome you when you come, sweet dove, with the olive branch of peace between us, and take it as the symbol of love." A prisoner, indeed, and the chains seemed to fetter and weigh her down as, without a word, her eyes fixed and gazing straight before her, she walked by him into the hall, mastered the wild agonising desire to fling herself at the door and call for help, and went slowly to the stairs, catching sight of the pale bandaged face peering over the balustrade and then drawn back to disappear. But as Kate saw it a gleam of hope shot through the darkness. Poor Becky--letters--appeals for help to Jenny Leigh. Could she not get a message sent by the hand of the strange-looking, shrinking girl? She went on steadily up towards her room, without once turning her head, feeling conscious that Garstang was standing below watching her; but by the time she reached the first landing there was the sound of a faint cough and steps crossing to the dining-room, and she breathed more freely, and glanced downward as she turned to ascend the second flight. The hall was vacant, and looking toward the doorway through which Becky had glided, she called to her in a low, excited whisper: "Becky! Becky!" But there was no reply, and hurrying up the rest of the way she followed the girl, entered the room into which she had passed, and found her standing in the attitude of one listening intently. "Becky, I want to speak to you," she whispered; but the girl darted to a door at the other end, and was gliding through into the dressing-room, through which she could reach the staircase. This time Kate was too quick for her, and caught her by the dress, the girl uttering a low moan, full of despair, and hanging away with all her might, keeping her face averted the while. "Don't, don't do that," whispered Kate, excitedly. "Why are you afraid of me?" "Let me go; oh! please let me go."