He advanced toward the table with his hands in his pockets, waited till Sylvia was disclosed by the lamp, stopped abruptly, stared at her with eyes that seemed not to see her.

Then he placed a chair for her, muttering:-- "I thought you would come." It seemed to her that a sigh broke from him, hidden by the scraping of the chair across the bare floor.

He crossed and recrossed the floor several times, as though now that she had come he had dismissed her from his thoughts.

Then as he passed near her with slow, heavy step she spoke.
"I came to talk to you, Mr.Bassett.Please turn on the other lights." "Pardon me," he said; and she heard his fingers fumbling for the switch by the door.

In a moment the room was flooded from the chandelier overhead, and he returned, and sat down by the table without looking at her.
"I shouldn't have come here, but I knew of no other way.