It was nearly dawn when Edmund finally managed to get away from Mrs. Gibbs. The old cow certainly liked to talk, going on and on about her childhood as though Edmund cared in the least about who her parents were and where she had grown up. Mr. Gibbs was no better, prattling on about all manner of things, from horses to hunting to the weather.
After sitting through several grueling hours of their mindless blather, he had excused himself, saying that the exhaustion of his ordeal and the anxiety over his wife had given him a dreadful headache, and so he was going to retire to his room for a few hours to rest.
Edmund took the hallway towards the guest quarters, glancing back to be sure that Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs weren't following, then he turned and headed down another hall which led through the dining room and into the foyer.
He crept up the stairs, darting quickly into the darkness of the hallway for fear that he might be spotted. The wind howled outside, making the heavy windows rattle.