The speakers were getting up from their seats. There was a jingling of spurs, a tramp of feet, and the voices died away. The church bell chimed again. As it did so Domini heard heavy and uneven steps cross the verandah hurriedly. An instant later she heard a window shut sharply.
“Suzanne!” she called.
Her maid appeared, yawning, with various parcels in her hands.
“Yes, Mademoiselle.”
“I sha’n’t go down to the salle-a-manger to-night. Tell them to give me some dinner in my salon.”
“Yes, Mademoiselle.”
“You did not see who was on the verandah just now?”
The maid looked surprised.
“I was in Mademoiselle’s room.”
“Yes. How near the church is.”