Of that, and of the rising of the white figure from the ground last night she thought, and she clutched her neat side as she ran.
The Lime Avenue seemed a mile long, and yet when she was running down it she saw Lady Walderhurst walking slowly under the trees carrying her touching little basket of sewing in her hand.

She was close to the bridge.
"My lady! my lady!" she gasped out as soon as she dared.

She could not run screaming all the way.

"Oh, my lady! if you please!" Emily heard her and turned round.

Never had she been much more amazed in her life.