She withdrew and shut the door.

They were alone.
Peter was still standing.

Julie glanced at him, and pointed to a chair opposite.

"Give me a drink, and then go and sit there," she said.
He obeyed.

She pulled her skirts up high to the blaze and pushed one foot out to the logs, and sat there, provocative, sipping her wine and puffing little puffs of smoke from her cigarette.