His valet stood respectfully in the doorway.
"The name ?" Warrington rose impatiently.

Nobody likes to have his dreams disturbed.
"Miss Challoner, sir." "Challoner!" in surprise; "and this time of night ?" He stroked his chin.

A moment passed.

Not that he hesitated to admit her; rather he wished to make a final analysis of his heart before his eyes fell down to worship her beauty.

"Admit her at once." He brushed the ashes from his jacket and smoothed his hair.