A moment he paused as if on the verge of asking admittance; then as his eyes fell upon the slight young figure sunk in the chair, he closed his lips and came forward in silence.
A few seconds later, Doris opened her eyes with a start at the touch of his hand on her shoulder.
She sat up sharply.

"Oh, Jeff, how you startled me!" It was the first time she had ever seen him in her little sitting-room, though she had more than once invited him thither.

His presence at that moment was for some reason peculiarly disconcerting.
"I am sorry," he said, in his slow way.

"The door was half open, and I saw you were asleep.

I don't think you are wise to sit down in your wet clothes.