'I am only waiting to introduce your tutor to you.' She kept her eyes on him, and in her voice as well there was a depth, as she returned: 'Mr.Laxley, Mr.Forth, and Harry, are going to Lymport to-morrow.' Evan was looking at a figure, whose shadow was thrown towards the house from the margin of the stream.
He stood up, and taking the hand of Miss Bonner, said: 'I thank you.

I may, perhaps, start with them.

At any rate, you have done me a great service, which I shall not forget.' The figure by the stream he knew to be that of Rose.

He released Miss Bonner's trembling moist hand, and as he continued standing, she moved to the door, after once following the line of his eyes into the moonlight.
Outside the door a noise was audible.

Andrew had come to sit with his dear boy, and the Countess had met and engaged and driven him to the other end of the passage, where he hung remonstrating with her.
'Why, Van,' he said, as Evan came up to him, 'I thought you were in a profound sleep.