“It went on to squeals just like a pig. I heard doors banging, and his voice and his language, and other voices, then everything was quiet. Then I lay listening to Lady Seagrave snoring. She is so deaf she heard nothing, and she sleeps in the next room. Then I heard your knock, I said ‘Yes,’ and then I heard——”
“Yes, go on.”
“Your dear voice,” said Violet, nestling her cheek against his shoulder.
Mr Fanshawe gulped, and pressed her to him.
“Then,” said Violet, “you asked me to open the door and say good-night, and I said ‘No,’ and you said ‘Yes,’ and then I opened it. Then I said good-night and shut my door, and—that’s all.”
Mr Fanshawe groaned.
“I wish it were,” he said.
“How?”
“He saw us.”
“When?”