That was it. That was the feeling. Mason had got it!
"I'm glad of it after all," Neeld confessed to Mina.
"Wait, wait!" she urged, sitting straight in her chair, apparently listening for any sound. Her obvious anxiety extended its contagion to him; he understood better how nice the issue was.
"Will you come in the garden with me after dinner?" asked Harry, as Cecily and he went upstairs.
"Of course—when they've gone."
"No, directly. I want to say a word to you."
"We must escape then!" she laughed. "Oh, well, they'll expect that, I suppose." Her delight in her love bubbled over in her laugh.
They came to the door of her room, and she stopped.
"Here?" asked Harry. "Yes, it was my mother's room. You reign now in my mother's stead."