I'll go and speak to Agnes at once." She tripped away to the sewing-room in search of the little seamstress.
The door was ajar; she pushed it open, but paused in astonishment at the sight which met her eyes.
The sewing-room was on the ground floor, its one window about five feet from the ground.

At this window which was open, sat the seamstress, her work lying idly on her lap, twisting her fingers in a restless, nervous sort of way peculiar to her.

Leaning against the window from without, his arm on the sill, stood Doctor Danton, talking as if he had known Agnes Darling all his life.
The noise of Rose's entrance, slight as it was, caught his quick ear.

He looked up and met her surprised eyes, coolly composedly.
"Don't let me intrude!" said Rose, entering, when she found herself discovered.

"I did not expect to see Doctor Danton here." "Very likely," replied the imperturbable Doctor; "it is an old habit of mine turning up in unexpected places.