I'll 'ave a look.' She left the room and was absent half an hour or more, during which time he saw a full-grown tree hauling itself across the lawn by its naked roots. Then a hurdle knocked against the wall, caught on an iron foot-scraper just outside, and made a square- headed ripple. The cascade through the cellar-windows diminished.
'It's dropping,' Rhoda cried, as she returned. 'It's only tricklin' into my cellars now.'
'Wait a minute. I believe—I believe I can see the scraper on the edge of the drive just showing!'
In another ten minutes the drive itself roughened and became gravel again, tilting all its water towards the shrubbery.
'The pond's gone past,' Rhoda announced. 'We shall only 'ave the common flood to contend with now. You'd better go to bed.'
'I ought to go down and have another look at Sidney before daylight.'
'No need. You can see 'is light burnin' from all the upstairs windows.'
'By the way. I forgot about her. Where've you put her?'
'In my bed.' Rhoda's tone was ice. 'I wasn't going to undo a room for that stuff.'
'But it—it couldn't be helped,' said Midmore. 'She was half drowned. One mustn't be narrow-minded, Rhoda, even if her position isn't quite—er—regular.'
'Pfff! I wasn't worryin' about that.' She leaned forward to the window. 'There's the edge of the lawn showin' now. It falls as fast as it rises. Dearie'—the change of tone made
