Now he would come--now he had come again.
Here was his red, red rose once more.

Here, burning in her ears, singing in her heart, were his avowing, pleading words.

And this must end! John Law looked at her calmly, but said nothing.

One hand, in a gesture customary with him, flicked lightly at the deep cuff of the other wrist, and this nervous movement was the sole betrayal of his uneasiness.
"You come to this house time and again," resumed Catharine Knollys, "as though it were an ancient right on your part, as though you had always been a friend of this family.

And yet--" "And so I have been," broke in her suitor.