Just beyond the red glow of the stove, with the empty armchairs in a circle before it, were screens from which came a subdued light.

He walked softly between the beds towards them, and looked over the top.
Inside was a little sanctum: a desk with a shaded reading-lamp, a chair, a couch, a little table with flowers upon it and a glass and jug, and on the floor by the couch a work-basket.

Julie was at the desk writing in a big official book, and he watched her for a moment unobserved.

It was almost as if he saw a different person from the girl he knew.

She was at work, and a certain hidden sadness showed clearly in her face.