He saw the smallest foot in London just peep in and out, suddenly withdrawn as Mary Connynge sat her down.
She held the message now in her hand.

In her soul sat burning impatience, in her heart contempt for the callow youth before her.

Yet to that youth her attitude seemed to speak naught but deference for himself and doubt for this unusual situation.
"Sir, I am in some hesitation," said Mary Connynge.

"There is indeed none in the house except the servants.

You say your message is of importance--" "It has indeed importance," responded Will.