This was all that was certainly known.
Nor did Lucy shew herself communicative.

As the maid threw back all the shutters and looped the curtains, the girl watched the summer light conquer the room with a shiver of reminiscence.
'And Mrs.Burgoyne ?' she asked eagerly.
The maid hesitated.
'She's up long ago, Miss.

But she looks that ill, it's a pity to see her.
She and Mr.Manisty had their coffee together an hour ago--and she's been helping him with the arrangements.

I am sure it'll be a blessing when the poor lady's put away.

It would soon kill all the rest of you.' 'Will she go to-day, Benson ?' said Lucy, in a low voice.
The maid replied that she believed that was Mr.Manisty's decision, that he had been ordering a carriage, and that it was supposed two nurses were coming with the doctor.