"I say, Crow," said Adrian in an energizing whisper, "wake up for any sake. I’ve seen about the rummest thing you ever heard of." "Oh," Christobel answered thickly, "what a pity." "Pity! How do you mean?" "Because I want to go to sleep--it’s rather early, isn’t it?" "It’s soon after four; but look here, Crow, this isn’t a false alarm--or a mare’s nest--it’s simply _the_ most amazing eye-opener." "Oh, is it?" Christobel roused herself to look at her excited brother; from long experience she felt sure that he would not be quiet till he had got the news "off his chest". She raised herself a little on the pillow and tried to be interested. "Go on," she said; "what is it?" "Well, what do you say to Pam and Hughie walking up the drive to the front gate." "Oh, Addie--what rot! Four in the morning!" "My good girl, I stared at them till my eyes nearly dropped on the window-seat. I just happened to wake, and went to see what sort of a day it seemed--the window was open--there they were." "Why didn’t you hear them on the gravel first?" asked Crow in an unbelieving tone; she realized that here was another attack on Pam, only this time Hughie was included. She refused to believe a word on the spot; she made up her mind against this tale. Adrian said the two walked on the grass-edge border--Pamela first, Hughie following; they did not seem to be talking, they went fast. "Why didn’t you call?" asked Crow. "I was simply knocked out of time. I just stared, and they were gone round the turn. Then I came to you." "Hum," Christobel sniffed sceptically; "how were they dressed?" "I told you--I don’t know, I’m sure--same as usual--the kid no hat. I said so. Look here, Crow--what are we to do?" this in an urgent tone. "Do? Oh, nothing; what could we do? Go to sleep again till we have to get up." "I must say, Crow, you are most awfully casual," said Adrian in an offended voice. "The thing’s about as strong as it can be, and you won’t move. Pamela has been behaving like a lunatic for weeks, and now she is taking her walks abroad at four in the morning and dragging the kid with her." "Well, you see, Addie, I don’t admit that Pam has been doing anything different from ordinary," argued Crow in her sober, level way. "I don’t believe it, and you can’t make me. As for _this_. I think the mist has deceived you." Adrian rose indignantly from his seat on the bed foot. "Of course if you’re going to----" "Stop a minute, Addie. Here, give me my dressing-gown." She sat up and put her arms in the sleeves, talking as she did so. "How long did you say it was--you’ve only been here a few minutes--they were going _out_, not coming in. Well, it’s perfectly simple. I’ll go and see; if they were walking away up the drive ten minutes ago at the outside, they can’t be in bed now."