She opened the lattice softly, and gently shaking her head--she dared not shake it vigorously--was on the point of closing it again, when, making frantic signs of entreaty, the man stepped into the moonlight, and it was plainly Tom.

It was too dreadful! He might be seen any moment! She shook her head again, in a way she meant, and he understood, to mean she dared not.

He fell on his knees and laid his hands together like one praying.

Her heart interpreted the gesture as indicating that he was in trouble, and that, therefore, he begged her to go to him.

With sudden resolve she nodded acquiescence, and left the window.
Her room was in a little wing, projecting from the back of the house, over the kitchen.