You are safe here, Miss Silver, from the tyranny of your uncle and cousin.

The friendless and unprotected shall never be turned from Kingsland Court." She took his hand and lifted it to her lips, and once more the luminous eyes were swimming in tears.
"I would thank you if I could, Sir Everard," the sweet voice murmured: "but you overpower me! Your goodness is beyond thanks." A footstep on the marble stair made itself unpleasantly audible at this interesting crisis.

Miss Silver dropped the baronet's hand with a wild instinct of flight in her great black eyes.
"Return to your room," Sir Everard whispered.

"Lock the door, and remain there until I apprise my mother of your presence here and prepare her to receive you.

Quick! I don't want these prying prigs of servants to find you here." She vanished like a flash.
Sir Everard walked down-stairs, and passed his own valet sleepily ascending.
"I beg your parding, Sir Heverard," said the valet; "but we was all very anxious about you.