She was listening with her face turned toward the ballroom.

The chatter and laughter of the voices there grew louder and nearer.

She understood that the music had ceased.

She rose quickly to her feet, clenching the feathers in her hand, and opened a door.

It was the door of her sitting room.
"Come," she said.
Harry followed her into the room, and she closed the door, shutting out the noise.
"Now," she said, "will you tell me, if you please, why the feathers have been sent ?" She stood quietly before him; her face was pale, but Feversham could not gather from her expression any feeling which she might have beyond a desire and a determination to get at the truth.