Lucy noticed that she never spoke to or answered her brother if she could help it.
After dinner Lucy found herself the object of various embarrassing overtures on the part of the new-comer.

But on each occasion Manisty interposed at first adroitly, then roughly.

On the last occasion Alice Manisty sprang to her feet, went to the side table where the candles were placed, disappeared and did not return.

Manisty, his aunt, and Mrs.
Burgoyne, drew together in a corner of the salon discussing the events of the day in low anxious voices.

Lucy thought herself in the way, and went to bed.
* * * * * After some hours of sleep, Lucy awoke, conscious of movement somewhere near her.