She was quietly patient till the afternoon, and then restless, and could not settle down in any part of the house till she got to a little room on the first floor, with a bay-window commanding the country over which Sir Charles was hunting.

In this she sat, with her head against one of the mullions, and eyed the country-side as far as she could see.
Presently she heard a rustle, and there was Mary Wells standing and looking at her with evident emotion.
"What is the matter, Mary ?" said Lady Bassett.
"Oh, my lady!" said Mary.

And she trembled, and her hands worked.
Lady Bassett started up with alarm painted in her countenance.
"My lady, there's something wrong in the hunting field." "Sir Charles!" "An accident, they say." Lady Bassett put her hand to her heart with a faint cry.

Mary Wells ran to her.
"Come with me directly!" cried Lady Bassett.

She snatched up her bonnet, and in another minute she and Mary Wells were on their road to the village, questioning every body they met.
But nobody they questioned could tell them anything.