Sir Maurice is only crossing the lawn now, and by running through the hall outside, and getting on to the veranda outside the dining-room window, she can see him before he enters the drawing-room.
Gaining the veranda, she leans over the railings and makes a signal to him; it is an old signal.

Rylton responds to it, and in a second is by her side.
"Oh no, you must not stay; your mother is waiting for you in the south drawing-room.

She saw you coming; she wants you." "Well, but about what ?" asks Rylton, naturally bewildered.
"Nothing--only--she is going to advise you for your good.

Shall I," smiling at him in her beautiful way, and laying one hand upon his breast--"shall I advise you, too ?" "Yes, yes," says Rylton; he takes the hand lying on his breast and lifts it to his lips.

"Advise me." "Ah, no!" She pauses, a most eloquent pause, filled with a long deep glance from her dark eyes.