The room was fairly decently furnished in a foreign middle-class fashion, half bedroom, half sitting-room.

One of the girls sat on the arm of a big chair, the other was greeting his friend.
She was the one he had fancied, but a quick glance attracted Peter to the other and elder.

He was in for it now, and he was determined to play up.

He crossed the floor, and smiled down at the girl on the arm of the chair.
"So you 'ave come," she said in broken English.

"I told Lucienne that you would not." "Lucienne!" exclaimed Peter, and looked back at Pennell.
That traitor laughed, and seated himself on the edge of the bed, drawing the other girl to him.