She had never before suspected herself of such activity.

The Doctor meanwhile, with the speed of a piece of pantomime business, and undeterred by broken shins, proceeded to rout out Jean-Marie, tore Aline from her virgin slumbers, seized her by the hand, and tumbled downstairs and into the garden, with the girl tumbling behind him, still not half awake.
The fugitives rendezvous'd in the arbour by some common instinct.

Then came a bull's-eye flash of struggling moonshine, which disclosed their four figures standing huddled from the wind in a raffle of flying drapery, and not without a considerable need for more.

At the humiliating spectacle Anastasie clutched her nightdress desperately about her and burst loudly into tears.

The Doctor flew to console her; but she elbowed him away.