“Tut！”heresumed，“thatmakeyousleeptillteno\'clock！——Ifyouwillkindlywaitinthehall，orintheschoolroom，Iwillbringyouhislordship\'sorders。“
Sosayingwhilehewashedhishandsandtookoffhiswhiteapron，Simmonsdepartedonhiserrandtohismaster。Donalwenttothefootofthegrandstaircase，andtherewaited。
Ashestoodheheardalightstepabovehim，andinvoluntarilyglancingup，sawthelightshapeofladyArcturacomeroundthecurveofthespiralstair，descendingratherslowlyandverysoftly，asifherfeetwerethinking。Shecheckedherselfforaninfinitesimalmoment，thenmovedonagain。Donalstoodwithbendedheadasshepassed。Ifsheacknowledgedhisobeisanceitwaswiththeslightestreturn，butsheliftedhereyestohisfacewithalookthatseemedtohaveinitastrangewistfultrouble——notverymarked，yetnotable。Shepassedonandvanished，leavingthatlookalingeringpresenceinDonal\'sthought。Whatwasit？Wasitanything？
Whatcoulditmean？Hadhereallyseenit？Wasitthere，orhadheonlyimaginedit？
Simmonskepthimwaitingagoodwhile。Hehadfoundhislordshipgettingup，andhadhadtostaytohelphimdress。Atlengthhecame，excusinghimselfthathislordship\'stemperatsuchtimes——thatwas，inhisdumpyfits——wasnotoftheevenest，andrequiredagentlehand。Buthislordshipwouldseehim——andcouldMr。Grantfindthewayhimself，forhisoldbonesachedwithrunningupanddownthoseendlessstonesteps？Donalansweredheknewtheway，andsprangupthestair。