Her father stood waiting for her, and he had on his fur cap and his heavy cloak.

He came forward and took her firmly by the arm.

"I'm going with you to Lot Gordon's," said he.

And they went out together and up the road, he still keeping a firm hand on his daughter's arm, and neither spoke all the way to Lot Gordon's house.
When they reached it David Hautville opened the door without touching the knocker, and strode in with Madelon following.

Old Margaret Bean was just passing through the entry with a great roll of linen cloths in her arms, and she stopped when she saw them.
"How is he ?" whispered David, hoarsely.
"He's pretty low," returned Margaret Bean, at the same time nodding her head cautiously towards the door on her right.