CHAPTER XX.
AN EAVESDROPPER The morning sun was in my room when I awoke and my godmother was by my bed.
"You have been crying in your sleep, Bawn," she said.

"I thought I heard you several times during the night, but was not sure.

Are you anxious about Theobald, child ?" "There is some trouble in the air," I said, turning away my head.

"But I don't think it was I who cried." "I would not say that to Lady St.Leger, Bawn," she said, lifting my face and making me look at her.
"It is not for a death," I said, "or we should have heard the coach." "God forbid!" I noticed that her face had a new look of care since yesterday, that there were rings round her fine eyes as though she had not slept.

"Yet it may be bad enough, although not for a death." "What is it ?" "Why, Bawn, child, that is the strangest thing of all.