It's just possible Lady Lundie may have come for me herself." The ordinary relations of the two toward each other were completely reversed.

Anne was like a child in Blanche's hands.

She rose, and withdrew.
Left alone, Blanche took the letter out of her bosom, and read it again, in the interval of waiting for the carriage.
The second reading confirmed her in a resolution which she had privately taken, while she had been sitting by Anne on the sofa--a resolution destined to lead to far more serious results in the future than any previsions of hers could anticipate.

Sir Patrick was the one person she knew on whose discretion and experience she could implicitly rely.
She determined, in Anne's own interests, to take her uncle into her confidence, and to tell him all that had happened at the inn "I'll first make him forgive me," thought Blanche.

"And then I'll see if he thinks as I do, when I tell him about Anne." The carriage drew up at the door; and Mrs.Inchbare showed in--not Lady Lundie, but Lady Lundie's maid.
The woman's account of what had happened at Windygates was simple enough.