"Yes, ma'am," said the woman eagerly, glancing from the tea-pot to her and back again. "You had better make some fresh, of course." She uttered a sigh, as if relieved, but Kate saw that her hands trembled as she took up the pot. "There, be quick. I shall not complain to Mr Garstang, and get you another scolding." "Thank you, ma'am--no ma'am," said the woman faintly, and she glanced behind her toward the door, and then caught at the table to support herself. "What is the matter? Are you unwell?" asked Kate. "N-no, ma'am--a little faint and giddy, that's all," she faltered. "I-- am gettin' better now--it's going off." "You are ill?" said Kate kindly. "Never mind the tea. I will go to the cellaret and get you a little brandy. There, sit down for a few moments. Yes, sit down; your face is covered with cold perspiration. Are you in the habit of turning like this?" The woman did not answer, but sat back in the chair into which she had been pressed, moaning slightly, and wringing her hands. "No-no," she whispered wildly; "don't go. He's there. I dursen't. I shall be better directly. Miss Wilton, I couldn't help it, dear; he--he did it. Don't say you've drunk any of that tea!" It was Kate's turn to snatch at something to support her, as the horrible truth flashed upon her; and she stood there with her face ghastly and her eyes wild and staring at the woman, who had now struggled to her feet. For some moments she could not stir, but at last the reaction came, and she caught the housekeeper tightly by the arm, and placed her lips to her ear. "You are a woman--a mother; for God's sake, help me! Quick, while there is time. Take me with you now." "I can't--I can't," came back faintly; "I daren't; it's impossible." Kate thrust the woman from her, and with a sudden movement clapped her hands to her head to try and collect herself, for a strange singing had come in her ears, and objects in the room seemed a long distance off. The sensation was momentary and was succeeded by a feeling of wild exhilaration and strength, but almost instantaneously this too passed off; and she reeled, and saved herself from falling by catching at one of the easy chairs, into which she sank, and sat staring helplessly at the woman, who was now speaking to someone--she could not see whom--but the words spoken rang in her ears above the strange metallic singing which filled them. "Oh, sir, pray--pray, only think! For God's sake, sir!" "Curse you, hold your tongue, and go! Dare to say another word, and--do you hear me?--go!" Kate was sensible of a thin cold hand clutching at hers for a moment; then a wave of misty light which she could not penetrate passed softly before her eyes, and this gradually deepened; the voices grew more and more distant and then everything seemed to have passed away. CHAPTER FORTY THREE. "Curse you! Do you hear what I say?" roared Garstang, furiously; "leave the room!"