You will remember _that_, Mr.
Hatton." As he spoke, he was looking for his latch-key and using it.
There was a lamp in the hall, and he silently indicated the door of the room in which Lucy was sitting.

At the same moment he opened a door opposite and struck a light.

Seeing Hatton waiting, he continued, "You have already introduced yourself--go in--the door is open." He stood still a moment and listened to the faint flutter of Lucy's movement, and the joyous note in her voice as she welcomed her lover.
With a sigh, he then turned to a table piled with papers and slates and apparently gave himself up to the duty they entailed.
In the meantime Harry had seated himself by the side of Lucy, and was telling her in the delicious, stumbling patois of love all that was in his heart.

She was bewilderingly beautiful; all his thoughts of her had been far below this intimate observation.

Not that he analyzed or tabulated her charms--that would have been like pulling a rose to pieces.