He was vexed and saddened.
Scarcely had he closed the garden-gate when the noise of an opening window arrested him, and he called.

The answer was in a feminine voice, youngish, not disagreeable, though not Diana's.
He heard none of the words, but rejoined in a bawl: 'Mrs.Warwick!--Mr.
Redworth!' That was loud enough for the deaf or the dead.
The window closed.

He went to the door and waited.

It swung wide to him; and O marvel of a woman's divination of a woman! there stood Diana..