But she had not to wait so long as she had expected; steps were heard approaching the door, and there was a knock.
Christine was already there to open it.

The entrance had no lamp, but it was not particularly dark out of doors.

She could see the outline of a man, and cried cheerfully, 'You are early; it is very good of you.' 'I beg pardon.

It is not Mr.Bellston himself--only a messenger with his bag and great-coat.

But he will be here soon.' The voice was not the voice of Nicholas, and the intelligence was strange.