There were the chairs turning in towards each other where people had sat talking, and the empty glasses on little tables, and the newspapers scattered on the floor.

As he shut the door he felt as if he were enclosed in a square box, and instantly shrivelled up.

It was all very bright and very small.

He stopped for a minute by the long table to find a paper which he had meant to read, but he was still too much under the influence of the dark and the fresh air to consider carefully which paper it was or where he had seen it.
As he fumbled vaguely among the papers he saw a figure cross the tail of his eye, coming downstairs.

He heard the swishing sound of skirts, and to his great surprise, Evelyn M.came up to him, laid her hand on the table as if to prevent him from taking up a paper, and said: "You're just the person I wanted to talk to." Her voice was a little unpleasant and metallic, her eyes were very bright, and she kept them fixed upon him.
"To talk to me ?" he repeated.