The Laughing Cavalier · Chapter 13 (2/2)

“If thou desirest to speak with me again,” she said, as he finally took his leave, “give four raps on the door at marked intervals. I would fly to open it then.”

He thanked her and went downstairs, humming a lively tune and never once turning to look on her again. And yet she was leaning over the rickety banisters watching his slowly descending figure, until it disappeared in the gloom.