Mary took his hat and cloak away from him and closed the door behind him.

She felt his hands, and put him into a chair close to the fire.

And then she introduced him to Joan.
Joan started on hearing his name.

It was one well known.
"The Cyril Baptiste ?" she asked.

She had often wondered what he might be like.
"The Cyril Baptiste," he answered, in a low, even, passionate voice, that he flung at her almost like a blow.