Arnold put the question: "Who is it ?" "Wha is't ?" repeated Mrs.Inchbare.

"It's joost the bonny young leddy--Miss Blanche hersel'." An irrepressible cry of horror burst from Anne.

The landlady set it down to the lightning, which flashed into the room again at the same moment.
"Eh, mistress! ye'll find Miss Blanche a bit baulder than to skirl at a flash o' lightning, that gait! Here she is, the bonny birdie!" exclaimed Mrs.Inchbare, deferentially backing out into the passage again.
Blanche's voice reached them, calling for Anne.
Anne caught Arnold by the hand and wrung it hard.

"Go!" she whispered.
The next instant she was at the mantle-piece, and had blown out both the candles.
Another flash of lightning came through the darkness, and showed Blanche's figure standing at the door..