"No."
"She'll see the rent."
"So much the better."
"But the people at the junction will see it."
"What matter?—you will be there as Paul Ritson, not Paul Drayton."
Drayton began to laugh, to chuckle, to crow.
"Hush!"
The sound of carriage-wheels came from the road.
"They're here," said Hugh Ritson. "Keep you out of sight, as you value your liberty. Do you hear? Take care that he doesn't see you, and that she doesn't see you until he is gone."
Drayton was tramping about the floor in the intensity of his energy.