"Anna!" he said again. "Do you want me to say more? Isn't that saying it all? I can't say all of it, you know."
She let him draw her slowly to him; but she had spoken no word, and was not yet in his arms, when the door opened, and she became aware of a man standing on the threshold. Young Blake, all engrossed, had noticed nothing, but he had perceived her yielding.
"Ah, my Anna!" he whispered rapturously.
"Hush!" she hissed, drawing her hand sharply away. "Is that you, Richards?"
Richards was the Selfords' manservant.
The man laughed.
"If you'd turn the light on, you couldn't mistake me for anybody so respectable as Richards," he said. "I've been with your father in the study, and he told me I should find your mother here."
Anna recognised the voice.
"Mr. Imason! I didn't know you were in London."
"Just up for the day, and I wanted to see your father."