Sybilla aided him silently, skillfully.

Meantime, the two gigantic footmen were galloping like mad to the village to rouse the stagnant authorities with their awful news.
And the servants remained huddled together, whispering in affright; then, in a body, proceeded to search the house from attic to cellar.
"My lady may be somewhere in the house," somebody had suggested.

"Who knows?
Let us try." So they tried, and utterly failed, of course.
Morning came at last.

Dull and dreary it came, drenched in rain, the wind wailing desolately over the dark, complaining sea.

All was confusion, not only at the Court, but throughout the whole village.
The terrible news had flown like wild-fire, electrifying all.