Here he is.' We stood listening, with a strange anxiety, to the various noises that awoke in the silent house: the sound of doors opening and closing, the sound of feet near at hand and farther off.

It was plain the arrival of my cousin was a matter of moment, almost of parade, to the household.
And suddenly, out of this confused and distant bustle, a rapid and light tread became distinguishable.

We heard it come upstairs, draw near along the corridor, pause at the door, and a stealthy and hasty rapping succeeded.
'Mr.Anne--Mr.Anne, sir! Let me in!' said the voice of Rowley.
We admitted the lad, and locked the door again behind him.
'It's _him_, sir,' he panted.

'He've come.' 'You mean the Viscount ?' said I.

'So we supposed.