A queer presentiment of evil crept like a grey shadow over her.
She looked at herself in the glass--the colour had left her cheeks.

She tried to laugh at her self.
"This is absurd!" she exclaimed.

"Lenora, go down and ask Macdougal to come up for a minute.

I am going to have this thing explained.

Hurry, there's a good girl." "You are sure your ladyship doesn't mind being left ?" the maid asked, a little doubtfully.
"Of course not!" Ella replied, with a laugh which was not altogether natural.