She heard her mistress and some one else talking in the library.

Their voices were raised a little as though they were quarrelling.
"Quarrelling!" Sir Chichester Splay cried out the word in dismay.

His hand flapped feebly on the table.

"I am afraid to go on....

What do you think, Hillyard?
I am afraid to go on...." "We must go on," said Luttrell quietly.