She took her mother's arm. "We are detaining Mr. Wilding, mother," said she, and her voice quivered as if her whole being were shaken by some gusty agitation. They spoke their farewells briefly, and moved on. A second later Diana was back at their side again.
"Where are you lodged, Mr. Wilding?" she inquired.
"With my friend Trenchard - at the sign of The Ship, by the Cross."
She briefly acknowledged the information, rejoined her mother, and hurried away with her.
Trenchard stood staring after them a moment. "Odd!" said he; "did you mark that girl's discomposure?"
But Wilding's thoughts were elsewhere. "Come, Nick! If I am to render myself fit to sit at table with Monmouth, we'll need to hasten."
They went their way, but not so fast as went Diana, urging with her her protesting and short-winded mother.
"Where is your mistress?" the girl asked excitedly of the first servant she met at Lupton House.
"In her room, madam," the man replied, and to Ruth's room went Diana breathlessly, leaving Lady Horton gaping after her and understanding nothing.
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