In the house was Aunt Harriet Eustace, who feared a rose, as she might have feared the plague, and, moreover, as Annie comfortably knew, had imparted the knowledge to Von Rosen as they had walked down the pergola, that she would immediately fall asleep.
"Aunt Harriet always goes to sleep in her chair after a cup of tea," Annie had said and had then blushed redly.
"Does she ?" asked Von Rosen with apparent absent-mindedness but in reality, keenly.

He excused himself for a moment, left Annie standing in the pergola and hurried back to the house, where he interviewed Jane Riggs, and told her not to make any noise, as Miss Eustace in the library would probably fall asleep, as was her wont after a cup of tea.

Jane Riggs assented, but she looked after him with a long, slow look.

Then she nodded her head stiffly and went on washing cups and saucers quietly.

She spoke only one short sentence to herself.
"He's a man and it's got to be somebody.