She saw flash into his dark face a look she had seen flash into many men's faces, but never in his, till now--the excited, tender look that she had longed to see there.

She swayed a little towards him; dropping her hand, he put out his arms--in another moment, what she felt sure such a man as Radmore would have regarded as irreparable would have happened, had not the door just behind them burst open.
They fell apart quickly, and Radmore, with a sudden revulsion of feeling--a sensation that he had been saved from doing a very foolish thing--turned to see his godson, Timmy Tosswill.
Enid Crofton looked at Timmy, too, and if evil thoughts could kill, the child would have fallen dead.

But evil thoughts do not kill, and so all that happened was that Timmy had a sudden, instinctive feeling that he must account for his presence.
Looking up into his godfather's face, he said breathlessly:--"The front door was shut, so I came in, through the kitchen.

It's ever so late, Godfrey--after half past seven.

Dad _will_ be upset if you're not back to speak to him before dinner!" * * * * * As the two, the tall man and the short boy, walked away into the darkness, Radmore was possessed by an extraordinary mixture of feelings.
"You've had an escape! You've got well out of what would have been not only a dangerous but an absurd situation," so whispered a secret, inner voice.