She was coming now along the gallery towards him; he saw her first before she saw him.

She was dressed in a faintly luminous grey, her dark hair about her brows was like a cloud, and as he saw her the cold light from the circular opening into the ways fell upon her downcast face.
The lady in trouble about the Eadhamite saw the change in his expression, and grasped her opportunity to escape.

"Would you care to know that girl, Sire ?" she asked boldly.

"She is Helen Wotton--a niece of Ostrog's.

She knows a great many serious things.