You will see I hold my handkerchief so in my right hand.
When he comes I shall drop it--so!" The girl's swift speech, her half-fearful glances towards the door, puzzled Phyllis.
"Can you not come nearer to me and talk ?" she asked.
"No! You must not speak to me again.

You must not let any one, especially the man himself, know what I have told you.

No more now.
Watch for the handkerchief!" "But what shall I say to him ?" The girl took no notice of her.

She was looking in the opposite direction.

She seemed to have edged away as far as possible from her.
Phyllis drew a long breath.
She felt her heart beating with excitement.