Tensely she watched him; but he did not so much as glance her way.

He turned aside to a little gate in a high hedge of laurel, and passed within, leaving her alone in the night.
Soon she heard his deliberate footfalls returning.

In a moment he had reached the door, his hand was upon it.

She turned stiffly towards him as it opened.
He spoke at once in his calm, unmoved voice: "A very old friend of mine lives here.

She will put you up for the night and see to your comfort.