I'll be down in a minute.

It's about the plans, I expect." Irene looked at him, without reply, put the finishing touch to her dress and went downstairs.

He could not make her out about this house.

She had said nothing against it, and, as far as Bosinney was concerned, seemed friendly enough.
From the window of his dressing-room he could see them talking together in the little court below.

He hurried on with his shaving, cutting his chin twice.