"If I come back, I'll knock like this, and you'll open for me." "For heaven's sake, be careful," she murmured, catching at his hand.
He nodded reassuringly, and crossing his leg over the windowsill, sat there for a moment listening.

The storm was as fierce as ever, and the street was deserted.

He let himself down on to the pavement, his face again wrapped up.

She watched his tall figure stride quickly along till a turn of the road hid it.

Then, having closed the window and the shutters again, she sat down to keep her watch, praying for him, for me, and for her dear mistress the queen.