There is no one down yet: even Roger has disappeared.

I am the first.

This is my impression for a moment: then I perceive that there is some one in the bow-window, half hidden by the drooped curtains; some one who, hearing my entry, is advancing to meet me.

It is Musgrave! My first impulse, a wrong one, I need hardly say, is to turn and flee.

I have even laid hold of the just abandoned handle, when he speaks.
"Are you going ?" he says in a low voice, marked by great and evidently ungovernable agitation; "do not! if you wish, I will leave the room." I look at him, and our eyes meet.