Annie came bursting in.

She was an abrupt, quite smart young woman.

She blinked in the strong light.
"Smell of burning!" she exclaimed.
"It's the cigarettes," replied Beatrice demurely.
"Where's Paul ?" Leonard had followed Annie.

He had a long comic face and blue eyes, very sad.
"I suppose he's left you to settle it between you," he said.

He nodded sympathetically to Miriam, and became gently sarcastic to Beatrice.
"No," said Beatrice, "he's gone off with number nine." "I just met number five inquiring for him," said Leonard.
"Yes--we're going to share him up like Solomon's baby," said Beatrice.
Annie laughed.
"Oh, ay," said Leonard.