If the Squire and Forest had been working at the barricade together, they were perhaps sleeping off their exertions.

Or the Squire was already on the spot, waiting for the fray?
Meanwhile, out of doors, a thick grey mist spread over the park.
So she sat silent like the other two--( Mrs.Gaddesden was of course in bed)--wondering from time to time when and how she should announce her departure.
Pamela meanwhile was thinking of the letter she would have to write to Desmond about the day's proceedings, and was impatient to be off as soon as possible for the scene of action.

Once or twice it occurred to her to notice that Miss Bremerton was looking rather pale and depressed.

But the fact only made Pamela feel prickly.

'If father does get into a row, what does it really matter to her.
She's not responsible!--she's not one of us!' Immediately after breakfast, Pamela disappeared.