\"Nothing，\"saidLyndallquietly；\"onlytheyhavelockedusin。\"
Sheturned，andwentbacktobedagain。ButerelongEmheardasoundofmovement。Lyndallhadclimbedupintothewindow，andwithherfingersfeltthewoodworkthatsurroundedthepanes。Slippingdown，thegirlloosenedtheironknobfromthefootofthebedstead，andclimbingupagainshebrokewithiteverypaneofglassinthewindow，beginningatthetopandendingatthebottom。
\"Whatareyoudoing？\"askedEm，whoheardthefallingfragments。
Hercompanionmadehernoreply；butleanedoneverylittlecross—bar，whichcrackedandgavewaybeneathher。Thenshepressedwithallherstrengthagainsttheshutter。Shehadthoughtthewoodenbuttonswouldgiveway，butbytheclinkingsoundsheknewthattheironbarhadbeenputacross。Shewasquitequietforatime。Clamberingdown，shetookfromthetableasmallone—bladedpenknife，withwhichshebegantopeckatthehardwoodoftheshutter。
\"Whatareyoudoingnow？\"askedEm，whohadceasedcryinginherwonder，andhaddrawnnear。