"But you will let me take you home ?" Then he added hurriedly, "I have some business this afternoon with a man who lives in your direction." She assented a little stiffly--but with an inward thrill.

His words and manner seemed suddenly to make the situation unmistakable.

Among the books it had been for the moment obscured.
He rang for his own servant, and gave directions about the maid.

Then they went downstairs that Marcella might say good-bye.
Miss Raeburn bade her guest farewell, with a dignity which her small person could sometimes assume, not unbecomingly.

Lady Winterbourne held the girl's hand a little, looked her out of countenance, and insisted on her promising again to come to Winterbourne Park the following Tuesday.
Then Lord Maxwell, with old-fashioned politeness, made Marcella take his arm through the hall.
"You must come and see us again," he said smiling; "though we are such belated old Tories, we are not so bad as we sound." And under cover of his mild banter he fixed a penetrating attentive look upon her.