Her glance followed his, returned to his face, to his eyes, quietly challenging. She took a step.
"Well?" he said.
She had suddenly stopped; in the hall voices were heard approaching; he too caught them.
"That simplifies matters," he remarked.
Her breast stirred; she stood listening; they came nearer--now were at the door. A measured knocking broke the stillness.
"Jocelyn!" The voice was that of Sir Charles. "Are you there?" She did not answer. "Kindly unlock the door."