As that step came nearer her heart beat more and more wildly.

Her wide eyes fixed upon the open door of the room.

It was her Uncle George.
"Sit down," he said as he reached the threshold.

"I want to talk to you." She seated herself, with hands folded in her lap.

Her head was aching from the beat of the blood in her temples.
"Zeke and I have talked it over," said Warham.