They adjourned once more to the library instead of the drawing-room. Hugh went and told Euphra, who was alone in the drawing-room, what they were about. She declined going, but insisted on his leaving her, and joining the other gentlemen. Hugh left her with much reluctance. “Margaret,” said Lady Emily, “I am certain that man is in the house.” “He is, my lady,” answered Margaret. “They are about some more of those horrid experiments, as they call them.” “I do not know.” Mrs. Elton entering the room at the moment, Margaret said: “Do you know, ma’am, whether the gentlemen are—in the library again?” “I don’t know, Margaret. I hope not. We have had enough of that. I will go and find out, though.” “Will you take my place for a few minutes first, please, ma’am?” Margaret had felt a growing oppression for some time. She had scarcely left the sick-room that day. “Don’t leave me, dear Margaret,” said Lady Emily, imploringly. “Only for a little while, my lady. I shall be back in less than a quarter of an hour.” “Very well, Margaret,” she answered dolefully. Margaret went out into the moonlight, and walked for ten minutes. She sought the more open parts, where the winds were. She then returned to the sick-chamber, refreshed and strong. “Now I will go and see what the gentlemen are about,” said Mrs. Elton. The good lady did not like these proceedings, but she was irresistibly attracted by them notwithstanding. Having gone to see for Lady Emily, she remained to see for herself. After she had left, Lady Emily grew more uneasy. Not even Margaret’s presence could make her comfortable. Mrs. Elton did not return. Many minutes elapsed. Lady Emily said at last: “Margaret, I am terrified at the idea of being left alone, I confess; but not so terrified as at the idea of what is going on in that library. Mrs. Elton will not come back. Would you mind just running down to ask her to come to me?” “I would go with pleasure,” said Margaret; “but I don’t want to be seen.” Margaret did not want to be seen by Hugh. Lady Emily, with her dislike to Funkelstein, thought Margaret did not want to be seen by him. “You will find a black veil of mine,” she said, “in that wardrobe—just throw it over your head, and hold a handkerchief to your face. They will be so busy that they will never see you.” Margaret yielded to the request of Lady Emily, who herself arranged her head-dress for her.