In sheer despair, she spoke out plainly.
"I want to know your opinion--" she began.
"Gently!" said Julian.

"You are entangling the wool again." "I want to know your opinion of the person who so terribly frightened me.

Do you think her--" "Do I think her--what ?" "Do you think her an adventuress ?" (As she said those words the branches of a shrub in the conservatory were noiselessly parted by a hand in a black glove.

The face of Grace Roseberry appeared dimly behind the leaves.

Undiscovered, she had escaped from the billiard-room, and had stolen her way into the conservatory as the safer hiding-place of the two.