ten minutes past four
Dion might arrive at any moment now . She turned away rather quickly from the window . She hated the unusual feeling of self-consciousness which had come to her . At ten minutes past four the door bell rang . It must be he . She went to the drawing-room door , opened it and listened . She heard a man 's voice and a bump ; then another bump , a creaking , a sort of scraping , and the voice once more saying , `` I 'll manage , miss . ''