I wish it to be kept a secret for the present, Godfrey.

Go now, and come back this evening.

We have been here alone together quite long enough." She rose, and in rising, looked for the first time towards the little room in which my martyrdom was going on.
"Who has drawn those curtains ?" she exclaimed.
"The room is close enough, as it is, without keeping the air out of it in that way." She advanced to the curtains.

At the moment when she laid her hand on them--at the moment when the discovery of me appeared to be quite inevitable--the voice of the fresh-coloured young footman, on the stairs, suddenly suspended any further proceedings on her side or on mine.

It was unmistakably the voice of a man in great alarm.
"Miss Rachel!" he called out, "where are you, Miss Rachel ?" She sprang back from the curtains, and ran to the door.
The footman came just inside the room.