She did not speak, but became very still and pale.
"Better tie him up with a garter, Elise, and get the old uncle back to Ville Bambord.

Trouble's coming.

The game'll soon be up." "What trouble ?" she asked.
"Battle, murder, and sudden death," he answered, and passed on with a sour laugh.
She slowly repeated his words, looked towards the Manor House, with a strange expression, then went up to her little bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, where she had sat with Valmond.

Every word, every incident, of that night came back to her; and her heart filled up with worship.

It flowed over into her eyes and fell upon her clasped hands.