Was it the Lady of Glencardine--the apparition of the hapless Lady Jane Glencardine?
But on closer inspection she decided that it was merely due to her own distorted imagination, and dismissed it from her mind.
Those low, curious whisperings alone puzzled her.

They were certainly not sounds that could be made by any rodents within the walls, because they were voices, distinctly and indisputably _voices_, which at some moments were raised in argument, and then fell away into sounds of indistinct murmuring.

Whence did they come?
She again moved noiselessly from place to place, at length deciding that only at one point--the point where she had first stood--could the sounds be heard distinctly.
So to that spot once more the girl returned, standing there like a statue, her ears strained for every sound, waiting and wondering.

But the Whispers had now ceased.

In the distance the stable-clock chimed two.