"You are there, are you? Why don't you answer? I can't hear you. Why can't you open the door?"
Miss Keating unlocked the door. She held it ajar and spoke through the aperture.
"Be good enough," she said, "to leave me alone."
"All right; but you'll be awfully late for dinner."
"I am not coming down to dinner."
Miss Keating shut the door, but she did not lock it.
Kitty gave a cry of distress.
"Bunny, what is the matter? Let me in—do let me in."
"You can come in if you like."
Kitty opened the door. But instead of going in, she stood fixed upon the threshold, struck dumb by what she saw.