She touched the glass and the door swung open upon the garden, easily, noiselessly.

She drew it close again and leaving it so, raised her hands to the curtains at the side.
As she began carefully to draw them together, so that the rings should not rattle on the pole, the door from the hall was softly and quickly opened, and the switch of the electric lights by the side of the door pressed down.

The room leapt into light.
Joan swung round, her face grown white, her eyes burning with fire.

She saw only Jenny Prask.
"I hope I don't intrude, miss," said Jenny respectfully.

"I came to find a book." The blood flowed back into Joan's cheeks.
"Certainly, Jenny, take what you like," said Joan, and she draped the curtains across the window.
"Thank you, miss." Jenny chose a book from the case upon the table and without a glance at Joan or at the window, went out of the room again.