Had she placed those flowers there merely to give them air because the room was warm? Or had she put them in the window as signal to some one in the street below?
Her hand trembled, she grew uneasy, and then I knew that I had guessed the truth.
Those flowers were placed there to warn some one of my presence!
Chapter Twenty Three.
Contains a Disclosure.
When the old lady had at last retired and I stood alone with my love, I moved across to draw the blind.
“Oh! do let us have some air,” she urged with a sigh. “It was so hot downstairs to-night. I feel stifled.”
This could not be, for the night air in Scotland is chilly in September. Therefore I felt convinced that she wished the bowl of flowers to remain in view of some one outside, a suspicion confirmed by her quick glance at the clock upon the mantelshelf.