"Everard, what shall I do ?" He threw open the door of his own apartment.

A bright fire was burning in the grate, the room was warm and comfortable.

She threw herself with a little cry of delight into the huge Chesterfield drawn up to the edge of the hearthrug.
"I can stay here, Everard, can't I, until you come up to bed ?" she pleaded.

"And then you can sit and talk to me, and tell me who is here and all about the people.

You have no idea how much better I am.