3. NOVEMBER THE NINETEENTH. DAYBREAKBefore it was light the next morning, two little n***d feet
pattered along the passage in Knapwater House, from which Owen
Graye's bedroom opened, and a tap was given upon his door.
'Owen, Owen, are you awake?' said Cytherea in a whisper through
the keyhole. 'You must get up directly, or you'll miss the
train.'
When he descended to his sister's little room, he found her
there already waiting with a cup of cocoa and a grilled rasher on
the table for him. A hasty meal was despatched in the intervals of
putting on his overcoat and finding his hat, and they then went
softly through the long deserted passages, the kitchen-maid who had
prepared their breakfast walking before them with a lamp held high
above her head, which cast long wheeling shadow
