Lady St. Craye hesitated a moment with her latchkey in her hand.
It was only when he got out into the now-emptying street that he remembered that he had not got a latchkey.
With deep relief she saw her father, latchkey in hand, turning into the Old Square.
With longing, yet with dread, she waited for the sound of Stephen's latchkey.
A moment later there was a rattle of a ...