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CHAPTER THREE

door, hoping to see a flicker of light coming up the stairs. But there was only the darkness and the throbbing silence of the sleeping house ; and then, as she stood there, Lizbeth heard something else-a strange, a different sound, but one that was continuous-from the room next door, the room where Phillida slept.
For a moment Lizbeth hesitated. She looked towards the Great Staircase with its carved balustrade and heraldic murals -if only she could see Francis! Instead of that the stairway was empty. She glanced in fear towards the oak door of the bedroom on the south side which housed her father and stepmother.
The sound from Phillida's room continued and now Lizbeth made up her mind. Closing her bedroom door behind her, she crept with bare feet over the polished boards. She lifted the latch of Phillida's door and entered. Phillida was kneeling at a prie-dieu by her bed. The candles on the table had spluttered low, but by their light Lizbeth could see Phillida's head bowed in her arms and her shoulders heaving with the storm of her weeping.
Quickly she closed the door behind her and sped across the room.
" Phillida, dear, what can be the matter?" she asked as she put her arms round her half-sister.
At the sound of her voice and the touch of her arms Phillida was suddenly still ; her weeping ceased ; but she did not move save to stiffen her shoulders and become, so it seemed to Lizbeth, resentful of being interrupted.
" Go away!" Her voice was muffled but clear.
" No, I will not leave you," Lizbeth replied in a low voice, "not until you tell me what distressed you."
Phillida raised her face at that. It was white and drawn and streaked with tears as though she had been weeping for a long time.
" I want to be alone. Why must you plague me?"
" You are unhappy," Lizbeth answered. "Is it for Rodney that you are crying?"
" You call him Rodney!" Phillida's lips seemed to twist as she spoke his name.

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