Helena looked round to see in what direction
they were going.
"Ah!--you see that black patch, Geoffrey?"
"Yes--it was near there I saw my ghost--or village woman--or lady's
maid--whatever you like to call it."
"It was a lady's maid, I think," said Helena decidedly. "They have a way
of getting lost. Do you mind going there?"--she pointed--"I want to
explore it."
He pulled a stroke which sent the boat towards the yews; while she
repeated Buntingford's story of the seat.
"Perhaps we shall find her there," said Geoffrey with a laugh.
"Your woman? No! That would be rather creepy! To think we had a spy on us
all the time! I should hate that!"
She spoke with animation; and a sudden question shot across French's
mind. She and Buntingford had been alone there under the darkness of the
yews. If a listener had been lurking in that old hiding-place, what would
he--or she--have heard? Then he shook the thought from him, and rowed
vigorously for the creek.
He tied the boat to a willow-stump, and helped Helena to land.
"I warn you--" he said, laughing.
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