He had been so very still that he felt sure it was not he who had disturbed her, so merely withdrew from the window and stood near it in the shadow of the wall.

She opened the door, and said in an alarmed tone, 'Father, was that you calling me ?' And again, 'Father!' And once again, after listening, 'Father! I thought I heard you call me twice before!' No response.

As she re-entered at the door, he dropped over the bank and made his way back, among the ooze and near the hiding-place, to Mortimer Lightwood: to whom he told what he had seen of the girl, and how this was becoming very grim indeed.
'If the real man feels as guilty as I do,' said Eugene, 'he is remarkably uncomfortable.' 'Influence of secrecy,' suggested Lightwood.
'I am not at all obliged to it for making me Guy Fawkes in the vault and a Sneak in the area both at once,' said Eugene.

'Give me some more of that stuff.' Lightwood helped him to some more of that stuff, but it had been cooling, and didn't answer now.
'Pooh,' said Eugene, spitting it out among the ashes.

'Tastes like the wash of the river.' 'Are you so familiar with the flavour of the wash of the river ?' 'I seem to be to-night.