Lucy was plied with questions.

Who was the girl?
What was she like?
What had she said?
Where had she come from?
Sir Roger was wildly alarmed at first, but Mr.Walraven reassured him.
The company waited, on the _qui vive_, for they knew not what.

Eleven o'clock came.

Lucy went up to the bride's room; the door was still fast; she knocked--there was no reply; she called--there was no answer.

Then Lucy screamed, and in a twinkling a crowd was around the door.