She was not smiling; she seemed serious.
"Mais entrez donc!" she said at last.

Acton passed in across the window-sill; he wondered, for an instant, what was the matter with her.
But the next moment she had begun to smile and had put out her hand.
"Better late than never," she said.

"It is very kind of you to come at this hour." "I have just returned from my journey," said Acton.
"Ah, very kind, very kind," she repeated, looking about her where to sit.
"I went first to the other house," Acton continued.

"I expected to find you there." She had sunk into her usual chair; but she got up again, and began to move about the room.

Acton had laid down his hat and stick; he was looking at her, conscious that there was in fact a great charm in seeing her again.