The sisters hurried past her to the nursery, where Ada was lying on the bed, half undressed, and her face, neck, and arm such a spectacle that Emily turned away, ready to faint.  Mr. Saunders was summoned, and Phyllis thrust out of the room.  She sat down on the step of the stairs, resting her forehead on her knees, and trembling, listened to the sounds of voices, and the screams which now and then reached her ears.  After a time she was startled by hearing herself called from the stairs by below a voice which she had not heard for many weeks, and springing up, saw Mr. Devereux leaning on the banisters.  The great change in his appearance frightened her almost as much as the accident itself, and she stood looking at him without speaking.  ‘Phyllis,’ said he, in a voice hoarse with agitation, ’what is it? tell me at once.’

She could not speak, and her wild and frightened air might well give him great alarm.  She pointed to the nursery, and put her finger to her lips, and he, beckoning to her to follow him, went downstairs, and turning into the drawing-room, said, as he sank down upon the sofa, ‘Now, Phyllis, what has happened?’

’The gunpowder—­I made it go off, and it has burnt poor Ada’s face!  Mr. Saunders is there, and she screams—­’

Phyllis finding herself ready to roar, left off speaking, and laying her head on the table, burst into an agony of crying, while Mr. Devereux was too much exhausted to address her; at last she exclaimed:  ‘I hear the nursery door; he is going!’

She flew to the door, and listened, and then called out, ’Emily, Jane, here is Cousin Robert!’

Jane came down, leaving Emily to finish hearing Mr. Saunders’s directions.  She was even more shocked at her cousin’s looks than Phyllis had been, and though she tried to speak cheerfully, her manner scarcely agreed with her words.  ’It is all well, Robert, I am sorry you have been so frightened.  It is but a slight affair, though it looks so shocking.  There is no danger.  But, oh, Robert! you ought not to be here.  What shall we do for you? you are quite knocked up.’

‘Oh! no,’ said Mr. Devereux, ’I am only a little out of breath.  A terrible report came to me, and I set off to learn the truth.  I should like to hear what Mr. Saunders says of her.’

‘I will call him in here before he goes,’ said Jane; ’how tired you are; you have not been out before.’

’Only to the gate to speak to Rotherwood yesterday, and prevent him from coming in,’ said Mr. Devereux, ’but I have great designs for Sunday.  They come home to-morrow, do not they?’

Jane was much relieved by hearing her cousin talk in this manner, and answered, ’Yes, and a dismal coming home it will be; it is too late to let them know.’