Here, of course, it's different.

And as I, too, am a stranger here I can go out with her.

Not that I particularly care to do it." These last words were addressed to Mills specially, with the addition of a mumbled remark: "It's a confounded position." Then calmly to me with a swift smile: "We have been talking of you this morning.

You are expected with impatience." "Thank you very much," I said, "but I can't help asking myself what I am doing here." The upward cast in the eyes of Mills who was facing the staircase made us both, Blunt and I, turn round.

The woman of whom I had heard so much, in a sort of way in which I had never heard a woman spoken of before, was coming down the stairs, and my first sensation was that of profound astonishment at this evidence that she did really exist.