The bell rang.
“Here he is now,” said Billy. “Good-bye—I'd rather not see him. Smith'll let me out the servants' door. Guess that'll make him feel better. You'll do as I ask, Barbara?”
He had paused at the door, turning toward her as he asked the final question.
The girl stood facing him. Her eyes were dim with unshed tears. Billy Byrne swam before them in a hazy mist.
“You'll do as I ask, Barbara!” he repeated, but this time it was a command.
As Mallory entered the room Barbara heard the door of the servants' entrance slam behind Billy Byrne.