She put on a grey cloak and little close bonnet with a grey veil, and slipped across the road to Woodrising gates like a grey shadow. It was a cloudy day, and the very young new moon was "lying on her back", as country folk say, which is a sign of tiresome weather. Miss Anne, looking up, saw the silver sickle, pale and slim, for the first time. Mrs. Trewby opened the gate, sighing; she was more bilious than usual by reason of Mrs. Chipman’s company, and a large housekeeping allowance. Mrs. Chipman liked what she called "a good table", meaning, of course, the things on it, not the table. Therefore, in doing her best to keep Mrs. Chipman in countenance, Mrs. Trewby had upset herself for weeks, probably months. It was a pity, because it made her very unhappy and darkened her life. "I wish to see the Countess, Mrs. Trewby," said Miss Anne. "Well, miss, I dunno’----" "It’s very important," continued Miss Anne, quietly passing inside; "I will answer to Sir Marmaduke." When Miss Lasarge spoke in that voice she was always obeyed, and so she presently found herself within the hall, and Mrs. Chipman discussing the matter with many creakings of the tight bodice. "I assure you, Miss Lasarge, that I have agitated in vain," cried Mrs. Chipman; "coercion has been attempted in vain; the temperament of the Countess is opposed to isolation, therefore----" "I am afraid we cannot discuss that, Mrs. Chipman; the point is that Sir Marmaduke left orders which must be carried out. Now, if you please, I wish to see the Countess." Mrs. Chipman was for the time suppressed--like the guinea-pigs in _Alice in Wonderland_--she was rather like a guinea-pig when you come to think of it. She ushered Miss Lasarge into the drawing-room where Pamela had seen the Countess, but nobody was there, and Miss Anne detected in a moment that Mrs. Chipman really was not sure whether she could produce her very self-willed charge. It was a matter of luck! In that moment they both saw the girl in question going swiftly across the lawn towards a shrubbery lower down. Miss Anne did not hesitate; she opened the window--which was of the "French" kind--passed out quickly, and called. The girl stopped, and stood looking to see who had summoned her; saw Miss Lasarge and remained, hesitating. Had it been Mrs. Chipman she would have walked away, that was obvious. Miss Anne went over the grass towards her. "I want to have a little talk with you, Countess," she said, without the least asperity. "Won’t you come back and entertain me?" They came back together, into the drawing-room, and Miss Anne shut the window, because she preferred to keep the conversation private. She did not find this task at all easy, chiefly because the girl’s attitude--in every sense--was so antagonistic.