Still, it was the answer she wanted--it opened the door to hope.

The instant he had consented to hear her her mind awakened to the serious necessity of averting discovery by any third person who might stray idly into the summer-house.

She held up her hand for silence, and listened to what was going forward on the lawn.
The dull thump of the croquet-mallet against the ball was no longer to be heard.

The game had stopped.
In a moment more she heard her own name called.

An interval of another instant passed, and a familiar voice said, "I know where she is.