Philippa opened the window and closed it again behind them.

The room was empty.

Lessingham, watching her closely, almost groaned as he saw the wonderful relief in her face.

She threw off the cloak, and he groaned again as he remembered how nearly it had been his task to remove it.

In her plain travelling dress, she turned and looked at him very pathetically.
"You have, perhaps, a morning paper here ?" he enquired.
"A newspaper?
Why, yes, the Times," she answered, a little surprised.
He took it from the table towards which she pointed, and held it under the lamplight.