He blushed scarlet; then he wanted to cry; then he wanted to sing.

An immense exhilaration seized him, and I am certain that if at that moment the serried ranks of Bolshevy had appeared in the doorway, Dickson would have hurled himself upon them with a joyful shout.
Cousin Eugenie was earnestly eating chocolates, but Saskia had other business.
"You will hold the house ?" she asked.
"Please God, yes," said Heritage.

"I look at it this way.

The time is very near when your three gaolers expect the others, their masters.
They have not troubled you in the past two days as they threatened, because it was not worth while.

But they won't want to let you out of their sight in the final hours, so they will almost certainly come here to be on the spot.