She was at the table before he reached it.

"Ah, wait a minute! Let me clear my things out of your way first!" She began to gather up the open blotter that lay there with feverish haste.

A sheet of paper flew out from her nervous hands and fluttered to the floor at Field's feet.

He stooped and picked it up.
She uttered a gasp and turned as white as the dress she wore.

"That is mine!" she panted.
He gave it to her with grave courtesy.