"No?"
"I won't stay here a prisoner much longer!"
Davlin came close to her, and letting one hand rest upon her shoulder, placed the other over hers, which still lay upon the chair back.
"Cora, we won't quarrel about this. The situation is as trying to me as to you; more so. But our safety lies in moving with caution, and—I will not permit you to compromise us by any hasty act. You understand!"
His eyes held her as in a spell, and when, after a moment, the hand fell from her shoulder and his eyes withdrew their mesmeric gaze, the woman shrunk from under the one detaining hand and turned sullenly away, looking like a baffled leopardess.
Davlin resumed his seat and his former careless attitude. Cora walked to the window and looked down upon the scene below.
At length the man asked, carelessly: "Where's Percy?"
"Down there," nodding toward the terrace, a portion of which was visible from her point of view. "And, of course, my lady is in her room watching from her window. When he throws away his cigar, and turns toward the house, she will come down; not before."
Davlin laughed at her emphasis, and while the sound still vibrated on the air, the woman turned, and flinging herself upon a divan, said:
"There, she is coming!"