As he followed Del into the sitting room he saw that there had been changes, but he could not note them.

She was not looking at him; she seemed to be in a dream, or walking with the slow deliberate steps one takes in an unfamiliar and perilous path.
"That is still your bedroom," said she, indicating one of the doors.
"A stationary stand has been put in.

Perhaps you'd like to freshen up a bit." "A stationary stand," he repeated, as if somewhat dazed before this practical detail.

"Yes--I think so." She hesitated, went into her room, not quite closing the door behind her.
He stared at it with a baffled look.

"And," he was thinking, "I imagined I had trained myself to indifference." An object near the window caught his eye--a table at which he could work standing.