He'll be sorry, maybe, whan he kens himsel' upo' the border whaur
respec' o' persons is ower, an' a woman s' a guid 's a man--maybe a
wheen better! The Lord 'll set a' thing richt, or han' 't ower til
anither!"
CHAPTER LIV.
LADY ARCTURA'S ROOM.
The next day, when he saw lady Arctura, Donal was glad to learn
that, for all the excitement of the day before, she had passed a
good night, and never dreamed at all.
"I've been thinking it all over, my lady," he said, "and it seems to
me that, if your uncle heard the noise of our plummet so near, the
chimney can hardly rise from the floor you searched; for that room,
you know, is half-way between the ground-floor and first floor.
Still, sound does travel so! We must betake ourselves to
measurement, I fear.--But another thing came into my head last night
which may serve to give us a sort of parallax. You said you heard
the music in your own room: would you let me look about in it a
little? something might suggest itself!--Is it the room I saw you in
once?"
"Not that," answered Arctura, "but the bedroom beyond it. I hear it
sometimes in either room, but louder in the bedroom. You can examine
it when you please.--If only you could find my bad dream, and drive
it out!--Will you come now?"
"It is near the earl's room: is there no danger of his hearing
anything?"
"Not the least. The room is not far from his, it is true, but it is
not in the same block; there are thick walls between.
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