Under that sudden revulsion of feeling, her weakened frame shook from head to foot.

Her face flushed deep for a moment--then turned deadly pale again.

Blanche, anxiously watching her, saw the serious necessity for giving some restorative to her instantly.
"I am going to get you some wine--you will faint, Anne, if you don't take something.

I shall be back in a moment; and I can manage it without any body being the wiser." She pushed Anne's chair close to the nearest open window--a window at the upper end of the library--and ran out.
Blanche had barely left the room, by the door that led into the hall, when Geoffrey entered it by one of the lower windows opening from the lawn.
With his mind absorbed in the letter that he was about to write, he slowly advanced up the room toward the nearest table.

Anne, hearing the sound of footsteps, started, and looked round.