It's really too bad that he should be sent after that fan again.

He'll never find it." She resumed her place at the piano, Adele following her with round, expectant eyes.

After a pause she started up again.

"I'll go and fetch it myself," she said, with a half-embarrassed laugh, and ran to the door.
Scarcely understanding her own nervousness, but finding relief in rapid movement, Rose flew lightly up the staircase.

The major's study, where she had been writing letters, during his absence, that morning, was at the further end of a long passage, and near her own bedroom, the door of which, as she passed, she noticed, half-abstractedly, was open, but she continued on and hurriedly entered the study.