"Ah, you have come back!" "And not alone, Michel," said Chayne.
Revailloud turned to the door and saw Sylvia standing there.

She was on the threshold and the light reached to her.

Sylvia moved into the low-roofed room.

It was a big, long room, bare, and with a raftered ceiling, and since one oil lamp lighted it, it was full of shadows.

To Chayne it had a lonely and a dreary look.