He knew from that moment that she, too, directly or indirectly, was concerned with those strange happenings at which Kinsley had hinted.

He knew that there were things which she was keeping from him now.
"Mr.Fentolin uses one of the rooms as a studio.

He likes to paint there and be near the sea," she explained.

"But for the rest, I do not know.

I never go near the place." "I am afraid," he remarked, after a few moments of silence, "that I shall be a little unpopular with Mr.Fentolin.Perhaps I ought to have written first, but then, of course, I had no idea that any one was making use of the place." "I do not understand," she said, "how you can possibly expect to come down like this and live there, without any preparation." "Why not ?" "You haven't any servants nor any furniture nor things to cook with." He laughed.
"Oh! I am an old campaigner," he assured her.