Sometimes she stopped to straighten a candle stooping with the heat, or disturbed some too rigid arrangement of the chairs.

She had reason to suspect that Chailey had been balancing herself on the top of a ladder with a wet duster during their absence, and the room had never been quite like itself since.

Returning from the dining-room for the third time, she perceived that one of the arm-chairs was now occupied by St.John.He lay back in it, with his eyes half shut, looking, as he always did, curiously buttoned up in a neat grey suit and fenced against the exuberance of a foreign climate which might at any moment proceed to take liberties with him.

Her eyes rested on him gently and then passed on over his head.

Finally she took the chair opposite.
"I didn't want to come here," he said at last, "but I was positively driven to it.