She stood now before Kitty of "a humble and a contrite heart," and made no reply at all to the implied challenge.

Kitty, instantly sorry for what she had said, let it go at that.

She was only now aware of how deeply her arrows had gone home.
As they stood silent there was a click at the gate.

Kitty ran into Crozier's room, thrust the letter into its pigeonhole in the desk, and in a moment was back again.

In the garden the Young Doctor was holding Crozier in conversation, but watching the front door.