"I did not know it was so late.

You have been out, I see; I hope you have enjoyed your ride.

Have you met anyone ?" "No," she replied; then she smiled, as she added: "Only a poacher." The old man raised his head, a faint flush came on his face and his eyes flashed with haughty resentment.
"A poacher! What are the keepers about! Ah, I forgot; there are no keepers now; any vagrant is free to trespass and poach on Herondale!" "I'm sorry, father!" she said, laying her hand on his arm soothingly.
"It was not an ordinary poacher, only a gentleman who had mistaken the Heron water for the Avory's.

Come now, father, you have barely time to dress." "Yes, yes, I will come in a moment--a moment," he said.
But after she had left the room, he still lingered, and when at last he got to the door, he closed it and went back to the cupboard and tried it, to see if it were locked, muttering, suspiciously: "Did she hear me?
She might have heard the rustle of the parchment, the turn of the lock.

Sometimes I think she suspects--But, no, no, she's a child still, and she'd say something, speak out.