Mr.Moyat would understand it, I am sure." The door was suddenly opened.

Mrs.Moyat, fat and comely, came in.
She surveyed us both with a friendly and meaning smile, which somehow made my cheeks burn.

It was no fault of mine that Blanche had been hanging over my chair.
"Come," she said, "I'm sure I'm very glad to see you once more, Mr.
Ducaine.

Such a stranger as you are too! But you don't mean to sit in here without a fire all the afternoon, I suppose, Blanche.

Tea is just ready in the dining-room.