He tried the folding doors, and, finding some difficulty in opening them carried her out into the corridor, into her own room, and laid her upon the untouched bed.
"You are quite comfortable ?" he asked.
"Quite," she murmured drowsily.

"Kiss me, Everard." Her hands drew his face down.

His lips rested upon her forehead.

Then he drew the bedclothes over her and fled..