For notwithstanding the coarseness of the expressions, the voice was Georgian's and laden with a hundred memories.
He was still struggling with the agitation of this discovery when he heard Mrs.Deo give another tap on his wife's door.

This time it was unlocked and pushed softly open, and through the crack thus made some whispered orders were given.

These seemed to satisfy Mrs.Deo, for she called the maid to her and together they hurried down the hall to a rear staircase, communicating with the kitchen.

This was fortunate for him, for if they had turned his way he would have had to issue from his room and take open part in the excitement of the moment.
A few minutes of quiet now supervened.

During these he decided that if he must keep up this watch--and nothing now could deter him from doing so--he must take a position consistent with his assumed character.
Detection by Georgian was what he now feared.