She would find out what had happened from some of their own people.
So after watching the County Council plough for a while as it clove its way up and down the park under the struggling sun which was gradually scattering the fog--her young intelligence quite aware all the time of the significance of the sight--she turned back towards the house.

And presently, advancing to meet her, she perceived the figure of Elizabeth Bremerton--coming, no doubt, to get picturesque details on the spot for the letter she had promised to write to a certain artillery officer.

A quick flame of jealousy ran through the girl's mind.
Miss Bremerton quickened her step.
'So they're open!' she said eagerly, as she and Pamela met.

'And there's nothing broken, or--or lying about!' She looked in bewilderment at the unlittered road and swinging gate.
'They were open, Perley says, first thing this morning.

He came by about seven.' 'Before the plough arrived ?' 'Yes.' They stood still, trying to puzzle it out.