Lie down again, Miss Isabel! They'll soon settle, and then p'raps ye'll get to sleep.

It's not this way they'll be coming anyway." "Someone is coming this way," said Isabel, listening with sudden close attention.
She was right.

The quiet tread of a man's feet came down the corridor that led to their private suite.

A man's hand knocked with imperious insistence upon the door.
"Sir Eustace!" said Biddy, in a dramatic whisper.

"Will I tell him ye're asleep, Miss Isabel?
Quick now! Get back to bed!" But Isabel made no movement to comply.