I could only give myself up, and drift with circumstances.
"A man has just come round the far corner," whispered Lisa.

"Is it Ivor?
I can't make out.

He doesn't look our way." "Thank Heaven we're too far off for him to see our faces! I would rather die than have Ivor know we're here," I broke out.
"I don't think it is Ivor," Lisa went on.

"He's hidden himself in the shadow, as if he were watching.

It's _that_ house he's interested in.
Who can he be, if not Ivor?
A detective, perhaps." "Why should a detective watch Mademoiselle de Renzie's house ?" I asked, in spite of myself.
Lisa seemed a little confused, as if she had said something she regretted.
"I don't know, I'm sure," she answered hastily.