Valentine knew of no barriers between them.

And so, now, as they sat smoking, he expressed his mood without fear or hesitation.
The room in which they were was small.

It was named the tentroom, being hung with dull-green draperies, which hid the ceiling and fell loosely to the floor on every side.

A heavy curtain shrouded the one door.

On the hearth flickered a fire, before which lay Valentine's fox-terrier, Rip.
Julian was half lying down on a divan in an unbuttoned attitude.
Valentine leaned forward in an arm-chair.