The twilight deepened and he could plainly see her restlessness grow. She no longer made a pretence of reading but sat with her eyes upon the street. Symes remembered that it had been a long time since she had watched for him like that. Finally she threw down her book and stood up that she might have a better view of the door of the Terriberry House. When she started down the sidewalk toward the gate Symes called her.
"Augusta!"
"Yes?" impatiently.
"Come here."
"What is it?" She made no movement to return.
"If you please—one moment."
"I'll be back in a little while."
"But I want to speak to you now." His tone was a command.
"Pshaw!" She frowned in annoyance, but reluctantly obeyed.
"Where are you going?"