It was his way of saying that she might depend upon him.

Then he went out of the room, closing the door behind him.
She started violently, and put her hand to her heart.

She had the queer, uncanny feeling that she was locked in this sombre room, that she would never be free again.
In a room upstairs, Mr.Templeton Thorpe was saying to Wade: "Is my grandson in his room ?" "Yes, sir.

He came in at four and has been waiting for you, as you directed, sir." "Tell him that I would like to see him at once in the library," said Mr.
Thorpe.
"Yes, sir," said Wade, and for the first time in years his patient smile assumed the proportions of a grin.

He did not have to be told that Anne's presence in the house was not to be made known to Braden.