The basket was half-filled with the pile of papers that had fallen into it.
Suddenly there came a little tap at the door.

Mary raised her head and looked towards it expectantly as she said, "Come in." Someone came in, someone whom she had expected to see, although she had said to herself that she supposed the caretaker of the building had grown tired of waiting, and was coming to remind her that the church clock had just struck seven.
"Ah, Sir Robin," she said, turning about to shake hands with him.

"Who would have thought of seeing you?
I am just going home." "As I came past this way I looked up and saw your light through the fog.
I thought you would be going home, and that you would let me escort you to your own door.

There is a bit of a fog really." "I am glad you did not come out of your way.

Thank you.