Mrs. Delvin had just sent word to Emily that the carriage would be ready for her in ten minutes, when the coachman who had driven Mirabel to Belford returned. He brought news which agreeably surprised both the ladies. Mirabel had reached the station five minutes too late; the coachman had left him waiting the arrival of the next train to the North. He would now receive the telegraphic message at Belford, and might return immediately by taking the groom’s horse. Mrs. Delvin left it to Emily to decide whether she would proceed by herself to Redwood Hall, or wait for Mirabel’s return. Under the changed circumstances, Emily would have acted ungraciously if she had persisted in holding to her first intention. She consented to wait. The sea still remained calm. In the stillness of the moorland solitude on the western side of “The Clink,” the rapid steps of a horse were heard at some little distance on the highroad. Emily ran out, followed by careful Mrs. Ellmother, expecting to meet Mirabel. She was disappointed: it was the groom who had returned. As he pulled up at the house, and dismounted, Emily noticed that the man looked excited. “Is there anything wrong?” she asked. “There has been an accident, miss.” “Not to Mr. Mirabel!” “No, no, miss. An accident to a poor foolish woman, traveling from Lasswade.” Emily looked at Mrs. Ellmother. “It can’t be Mrs. Rook!” she said. “That’s the name, miss! She got out before the train had quite stopped, and fell on the platform.” “Was she hurt?” “Seriously hurt, as I heard. They carried her into a house hard by--and sent for the doctor.” “Was Mr. Mirabel one of the people who helped her?” “He was on the other side of the platform, miss; waiting for the train from London. I got to the station and gave him the telegram, just as the accident took place. We crossed over to hear more about it. Mr. Mirabel was telling me that he would return to ‘The Clink’ on my horse--when he heard the woman’s name mentioned. Upon that, he changed his mind and went to the house.” “Was he let in?” “The doctor wouldn’t hear of it. He was making his examination; and he said nobody was to be in the room but her husband and the woman of the house.” “Is Mr. Mirabel waiting to see her?” “Yes, miss. He said he would wait all day, if necessary; and he gave me this bit of a note to take to the mistress.” Emily turned to Mrs. Ellmother. “It’s impossible to stay here, not knowing whether Mrs. Rook is going to live or die,” she said. “I shall go to Belford--and you will go with me.” The groom interfered. “I beg your pardon, miss. It was Mr. Mirabel’s most particular wish that you were not, on any account, to go to Belford.” “Why not?” “He didn’t say.”