Was this Diana?
She sped to the other window, the one that stood open, and now she heard the crunch of gravel and the champ of bits and the sound of more than two pairs of hoofs.

She caught a glimpse of Mr.Wilding and Mr.Trenchard.
She felt the colour flying from her cheeks; again her heart fluttered in her throat, and it was in vain that with her hand she sought to repress the heaving of her breast.

She was afraid; her every instinct bade her slip through the window at which she stood and run from Zoyland Chase.
And then she thought of Richard and his danger, and she seemed to gather courage from the reflection of her purpose in this house.
Men's voices reached her--a laugh, the harsh cawing of Nick Trenchard.
"A lady!" she heard him cry.

"'Od's heart, Tony! Is this a time for trafficking with doxies ?" She crimsoned an instant at the coarse word and set her teeth, only to pale again the next.

The voices were lowered so that she heard not what was said; one sharp exclamation she recognized to be in Wilding's voice, but caught not the word he uttered.
There followed a pause, and she stirred uneasily, waiting.