Old David Hautville's eyes, under his thick, white brows, followed her and dwelt upon her as she moved around the kitchen.
Madelon had got out her red cloak and her silk hood, and it was nearly time to start when there was a knock on the door.

Madelon's face was pale in a second, then red again.

She pushed Richard aside.
"I'll go to the door," said she.
She knew somehow that it was Burr Gordon, and when she opened the door he stood there.

He looked curiously embarrassed, but she did not notice that.

His mere presence for the moment seemed to fill all her comprehension.