You would never see your mother and your sisters again.' 'If they are so prejudiced, so unreasonable, I can't help it.

They must--' He was interrupted by a loud rat-tat at the outer door.

Blanched herself, Monica saw that her lover's face turned to ghastly pallor.
'Who can that be ?' he whispered hoarsely.

'I expect no one.' 'Need you answer ?' 'Can it be--?
Have you been followed?
Does any one suspect-- ?' They stared at each other, still half-paralysed, and stood waiting thus until the knock was repeated impatiently.
'I daren't open,' Bevis whispered, coming close to her, as if on the impulse of seeking protection--for to offer it was assuredly not in his mind.

'It might be--' 'No! That's impossible.' 'I daren't go to the door.