"Is it well with thee?
Is it well with thy husband ?" When Lady Newhaven slipped out of the supper-room after her husband and Hugh, and lingered at the door of the study, she did not follow them with the deliberate intention of eavesdropping, but from a vague impulse of suspicious anxiety.

Yet she crouched in her white satin gown against the door listening intently.
Neither man moved within, only one spoke.

There was no other sound to deaden her husband's distinct, low voice.

The silence that followed his last words, "Will you draw ?" was broken by his laugh, and she had barely time to throw herself back from the door into a dark recess under the staircase before Hugh came out.

He almost touched her as he passed.