The arrival of a servant with a broom suggested to her that she had better get out of the way of the household work.

She felt half sorry for getting up, and went out on the lawn to recover her spirits.

There she heard a man's voice trolling a stave somewhere in the direction of the laboratory.

Thinking that it might be Lord Carbury, and that, if so, he would probably not wait until half past nine to break his fast, she ran gaily off round the southwest corner of the Cottage to a terrace, from which there was access through a great double window, now wide open, to a lofty apartment roofed with glass.
At a large table in the middle of the room sat a man with his back to the window.

He had taken off his coat, and was bending over a small round block with little holes sunk into it.