She was about to close her book and rise, when Miss Manisty touched her on the arm.
'It disturbs him if we move about!' said the little spinster in a smiling whisper, her finger on her lip.

And suddenly the girl was conscious of a lightning flash from lifted eyes--a look threatening and peremptory.

She settled herself into her chair again as quietly as possible, and sat with head bent, a smile she could not repress playing round her lips.

It was all she could do indeed not to laugh, so startling and passionate had been the monition conveyed in Mr.Manisty's signal.

That the great man should take little notice of his aunt's guest was natural enough.