Good night, again." "Won't you--" "Oh, dear! you mustn't speak so loud," she motioned, with her fresh, sweet lips curving on the edge of that adorable smile once more.
"Couldn't we have a moment--" "No--" "One minute--" "Hush! I must open my door"-- lingering.

"I might come out again, if you have anything particularly important to communicate to me." "I have.

There's a big bay-window at the end of the other corridor.

Will you come ?" But she opened her door, with a light laugh, saying "good night" again, and closed it noiselessly behind her.
He walked on, turning into his corridor, but kept straight ahead, passing his own door, on to the window at the end of the hall, then north along a wide passageway which terminated in a bay-window overlooking the roof of the indoor swimming tank.
Rain rattled heavily, against the panes and on the lighted roof of opalescent glass below, through which he could make out the shadowy fronds of palms.
It appeared that he had cigarettes enough, for he lighted one presently, and, leaving his chair, curled up in the cushioned and pillowed window-seat, gathering his knees together under his arm.
The cigarette he had lighted went out.

He had bitten into it and twisted it so roughly that it presently crumbled; and he threw the rags of it into a metal bowl, locking his jaws in silence.