He went back to the library, and presently Pamela, in her room upstairs, heard first the library bell, then the steps of Forest crossing the hall, and finally a conversation between the Squire and the butler which seemed to last some time.
* * * * * It was in the very early morning--between four and five--that Elizabeth was wakened, first by vague movements in the house, and then by what seemed to be cautious voices outside.

She drew a curtain back and looked out--a misty morning, between darkness and dawn, and trees standing on the grass in dim robes of amethyst and gold.

Two men in the middle distance were going away from the house.
She craned her neck.

Yes--no doubt of it! The Squire and Forest.
What could they be about at that hour of the morning?
They were going, no doubt, to inspect the barricades! Yet Forest himself had told her that nothing would induce _him_ to take a hand in the 'row.' It was strange; but she was too weary and depressed to give it much thought.

What was she going to do now?
The world seemed emptily open before her once more, chill and lonely as the autumn morning..