Dinah pointed to these tokens and gave a little sigh.
Just before they turned off from the bridge a flying figure was seen approaching, and Janet exclaimed quickly: "Why, it is Dorcas!" Since her fright of a fortnight back, Dorcas had remained an inmate of Lady Scrope's house by her own desire.

Although she knew that poor Frederick would annoy her no more, she had come to have a horror of the very streets themselves.

She had never forgotten the apparition of that white-robed figure, clad in what seemed like its death shroud; and as Lady Scrope was by no means ill pleased to keep her young maiden by night as well as by day, her father was glad that she should be saved the risk even of the short walk to and fro each day.
But here she was, flying homewards as though there were wings to her feet; and she would almost have passed them in her haste, had not Janet laid hold of her arm and spoken her name aloud.

Then she gave a little cry of relief and happiness, and turning upon her aunt, she cried: "Ah, how glad I am to see thee! I was praying thou mightst still be at home.

Lady Scrope has been suddenly seized by some malady, I know not what.