She could not turn her head at the moment.
"Oh, do go away!" she said.

"I haven't a second to spare; and if this goes wrong I shall be hours longer." The kitchen door closed promptly and obligingly, and Molly, with a little sigh of relief, concentrated her full attention once more upon the matter in hand.
The last critical phase of the operation arrived, and she lifted the saucepan from the fire and turned round with it to the table.
In that instant she saw that which so disturbed her equanimity that she nearly dropped saucepan and contents upon the kitchen floor.
Earl Wyverton was standing with his back against the door, watching her with eyes that shone quizzically under the meeting brows.
He came forward instantly, and actually took the saucepan out of her hands.
"Let me," he said.
Molly let him, being for the moment powerless to do otherwise.
"Now," he said, "what does one do--pour it into this glass thing?
I see.
Don't watch me, please; I'm nervous." Molly uttered a curious little laugh that was not wholly steady.
"How did you come here ?" she said.
He did not answer her till he had safely accomplished what he had undertaken.

Then he set down the saucepan and looked at her.
"I am staying with Lady Caryl," he told her gravely.

"I arrived this afternoon.

And I have come here to present a humble offering to your sister, and to make a suggestion equally humble to you.