He nodded, and smiled, and very clearly Peter saw his master gulp, as if swallowing something that was in his throat.

And the ruddiness had gone completely out of his smooth-shaven cheeks.

It was the first time Peter had seen his master so clearly afraid, and from his burrow in the evergreens he growled under his breath, eyeing the open door with sudden thought of an enemy.
And then Father John was tapping at Nada's door.
He went back to the table and waited, and as the knob of the door turned very slowly Jolly Roger swallowed again, and took a step toward it.

It opened, and Nada stood there.

And Jolly Roger gave a little cry, so low that Peter could just hear it, as he held out his hands to her.
For Nada was no longer the Nada who had come to him in Father John's clearing.