Tea won't be served for half an hour, so take your time.
Have Mr.Brandon show you the view from just the other side of that old rose-bench; that's the best view." They walked away chatting mechanically until they were in a garden seat behind the rose-bench.

The rose-bench was a rather sorry affair, for it had been set out in this exposed place by a former gardener who had forgotten that the direct winds from the Sound are malgracious to roses.

However, it screened the two, and was far enough removed so that ordinary tones would not carry to the house.
"Did your grandmother get you word about the police ?" Maggie asked with suppressed excitement as soon as they were seated.
"Yes.

She came out here about midnight." "Then why, while you still had time, didn't you get farther away from New York than this ?" "If I'm to be caught, I'm to be caught; in the meantime, this is as safe a place as any other for me.

Besides, I wanted to have at least one more talk with you--after something new grandmother told me about you." "Something new about me ?" echoed Maggie, startled by his grave tone.
"What ?" "About your father," he said, watching closely for the effect upon her of his revelations.
"What about my father?
What's he been doing that I don't know about ?" "You do not know a single thing that your father has done." "What!" "Because you do not know who your father is." "What!" she gasped.
"Listen, Maggie.