A cigarette was still burning between his lips, the key by means of which he had entered was swinging from his little finger.

So far no words had passed between them.

Both were apparently stupefied for the moment by the other's unexpected presence.
It was the man who recovered his self-possession first.

He threw his overcoat into a chair, and touched the brass knobs behind the door.
Instantly the room was flooded with the soft radiance of the electric lights.

They could see one another now distinctly.