“What’s the matter?” I heard Sir Percival say in a low voice. “Why don’t you come in and sit down?”
“I want to see the light out of that window,” replied the Count softly.
“What harm does the light do?”
“It shows she is not in bed yet. She is sharp enough to suspect something, and bold enough to come downstairs and listen, if she can get the chance. Patience, Percival—patience.”
“Humbug! You’re always talking of patience.”
“What’s the matter?” I heard Sir Percival say in a low voice. “Why don’t you come in and sit down?”
“I want to see the light out of that window,” replied the Count softly.
“What harm does the light do?”
“It shows she is not in bed yet. She is sharp enough to suspect something, and bold enough to come downstairs and listen, if she can get the chance. Patience, Percival—patience.”
“Humbug! You’re always talking of patience.”
