"You can't tell where they are."
"Christina, can't you see that we're alone here? That the door's locked? That you're safe in my arms? The cab went away. No one followed you. No one even knows where I live; my dear, dear love, we're all alone—"
The door-bell sounded through the house.
He thought the girl would have fallen and his own heart leaped in his side. "Darling, it's nothing. It's for some one else."
"It's for me."
"That's impossible."
There was a knock on the door.
Herrick called—"Who's there?"
"It's a card, sir."
"A card?"