"We thought you were the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back, "No, Mr.Clacton, it's not Penningtons.
I should ring them up again--double three double eight, Central.

Well, this is a surprise.

Come in," she added.

"You're just in time for tea." The light of relief shone in Mary's eyes.

The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs.
The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment.