She was waiting by the door.
"I am going with you," she said, and her voice was not very steady.
"But you will be seen--" began Nella.
"By the porter." "Your brother may see you--" "He is welcome.

Come, we are losing time." She opened the door and went out quickly.
"I shall certainly be sent away for letting you come!" protested Nella, hurrying after her.
Marietta did not even answer this, which Nella thought very unkind of her.

From the main staircase Marietta turned off at the first landing, and went down a short corridor to the back stairs of the house, which led to the narrow lane beside the building.

Nella snorted softly in approval, for she had feared that her mistress would boldly pass through the hall where there were always one or two idle men-servants in waiting.

The front door was closed against the heat, they had met no one and they reached the door of the glass-house without being seen.
Pasquale looked at Marietta but said nothing until all three were inside.