The street door was heard to open; someone came along the passage.
"Is that someone coming to your room?"
"I think it's Draycott."
"Is it? That's all right. You needn't take your hands away. Sydney! of course he knows."
The door opened, to admit Noel Draycott. He paused when he saw them.
"I beg your pardon, I had no idea----"
"Oh, yes, you had, you had every idea; so you can come right straight in--because you understand. Mr. Draycott, I am coming with you to New South Wales."
"Are you? I'm delighted to hear it; I thought you would."
She turned to Beaton.
"There, Sydney, you see? He thought I would."