She waited, too, and then laid down the dressing-gown on the edge of the stone fender.

So I spoke: "Won't you change as you did before?
Your--your frock can then be dried.
Do! It will be so much safer for you to be dry clad when you resume your own dress." "How can I whilst you are here ?" Her words made me stare, so different were they from her acts of the other visit.

I simply bowed--speech on such a subject would be at least inadequate--and walked over to the window.

Passing behind the curtain, I opened the window.

Before stepping out on to the terrace, I looked into the room and said: "Take your own time.