Helga cut him short with an impatient gesture, crying, "How stupid of you!" and herself ran quickly down and opened the door--a little way only, though.

The first sight of Mr.Rassendyll confirmed her suspicions; in a moment, she said, she knew his eyes.
"It is you, then ?" she cried.

"And my foolish servant has left you in the rain! Pray come in.

Oh, but your horse!" She turned to the penitent butler, who had followed her downstairs.

"Take the baron's horse round to the stables," she said.
"I will send some one at once, my lady." "No, no, take it yourself--take it at once.