Lady O’Shane, extremely terrified, had scarcely power to rise. She opened the drawer of the table, and thrust her trembling hand down to the bottom of the silk bag, into which the keys had fallen. Impatient of delay, Ormond pushed open the door, snatched the keys, and disappeared. The whole passed in a few seconds. The music drowned the noise of the opening door, and of the two chairs, which Ormond had thrown down: those who sat near, thought a servant had pushed in and gone out; but, however rapid the movement, the full view of the figure had been seen by Miss Annaly, who was sitting on the opposite side of the room; Sir Ulick was sitting beside her, talking earnestly. Lady Annaly had just retired. “For Heaven’s sake, what’s the matter?” cried he, stopping in the middle of a sentence, on seeing Miss Annaly grow suddenly pale as death. Her eyes were fixed on the door of the green-house; his followed that direction. “Yes,” said he, “we can get out into the air that way--lean on me.” She did so--he pushed his way through the crowd at the bottom of the country dance; and, as he passed, was met by Lady O’Shane and Miss Black, both with faces of horror. “Sir Ulick, did you see,” pointing to the door, “did you see Mr. Ormond?--There’s blood!” “There’s mischief, certainly,” said Miss Black. “A quarrel--Mr. Marcus, perhaps.” “Nonsense! No such thing, you’ll find,” said Sir Ulick, pushing on, and purposely jostling the arm of a servant who was holding a salver of ices, overturning them all; and whilst the surrounding company were fully occupied about their clothes, and their fears, and apologies, he made his way onwards to the green-house--Lady O’Shane clinging to one arm--Miss Annaly supported by the other--Miss Black following, repeating, “Mischief! mischief! you’ll see, sir.” “Miss Black, open the door, and not another word.” He edged Miss Annaly on, the moment the door opened, dragged Lady O’Shane after him, pushed Miss Black back as she attempted to follow: but, recollecting that she might spread the report of mischief, if he left her behind, drew her into the green-house, locked the door, and led Miss Annaly out into the air. “Bring salts! water! something, Miss Black--follow me, Lady O’Shane.” “When I’m hardly able--your wife! Sir Ulick, you might,” said Lady O’Shane, as she tottered on, “you might, I should have _thought_--” “No time for such thoughts, my dear,” interrupted he. “Sit down on the steps--there, she is better now--now what is all this?” “I am not to speak,” said Miss Black. Lady O’Shane began to say how Mr. Ormond had burst in, covered with blood, and seized the keys of the gates. “The keys!” But he had no time for _that_ thought. “Which way did he go?” “I don’t know; I gave him the keys of both gates.”