"No, I told Walter to lock it before he went to bed. Last night it disturbed my mother."
Again silence. So deep that the maid's opening the door made us both start.
"Miss Halifax—there's a gentleman wanting to see Miss Halifax."
Maud sprung up in her chair, breathless.
"Any one you know, is it?"
"No, Miss."
"Show the gentleman in."
He stood already in the doorway,—tall, brown, bearded. Maud just glanced at him, then rose, bending stiffly, after the manner of Miss Halifax of Beechwood.
"Will you be seated? My father—"
"Maud, don't you know me? Where's my mother? I am Guy."