"You have of course something important to say to me.

Will you not loosen your cloak ?" She unfastened the clasp and seated herself in his most comfortable chair.

The firelight flashed and glittered on the silver ornaments of her dress; her neck and arms, with their burden of jewels, gleamed like porcelain in the semi-darkness outside the halo of his student lamp.

And he saw that her dark hair hung low behind in graceful folds as he had once admired it.

He stood a little apart, and she noted his traveling clothes and the various signs of a journey about the room.
"You may be glad to see me," she remarked, looking at him with a smile.
"You don't look it." "I am anxious to hear your news," he answered.