She must get out, quickly.

She made for the door.
But Gilbert was there first.

He locked it, drew out the key, put it in his pocket and before she could turn towards the door leading to the other rooms, he was there.

He repeated the process with peculiar deftness and when he saw her dart a look at the windows, he shook his head.
"You can't jump through those screens," he said.
"It isn't fair," she cried.
"Have you been fair ?" "I shall shout for help." "The nearest cottage is too far away for any one to hear you." "What are you going to do ?" He went back to her.

He was far too quiet and dignified and unlike himself.