A great chair, standing by the wall, served to hide me from observation.
For a few moments nothing occurred.

Then I heard a loud burst of laughter from above.

Feet came running down the steps into the hall, and a girl in a white dress darted across the floor.

I heard her laugh, and knew that she was Barbara Quinton.

An instant later came Monmouth hot on her heels, and imploring her in extravagant words not to be so cruel and heartless as to fly from him.