In the meantime Mrs. Britton-Fox had been much too restless to drop off to sleep. She was certain Dora had been trying to lead her nephew on and, from both their demeanours at dinner, was greatly afraid not without some success. She wondered uneasily what they both were doing now.
Very soon her misgivings as to exactly what might now be going on making it impossible for her to compose her mind for sleep, she slipped out of bed, and, putting on her dressing-gown and slippers, opened the door very quietly. The long corridor was not in complete darkness, as faint moonlight was coming through a window at the far end and she could just distinguish where the door of Dora's bedroom was.
Not a sound was to be heard anywhere, and it seemed to her that everyone but herself in the Court was now fas
