And then I'll walk back with you." She was staying at a small hotel off Jermyn Street.
He sat her down by the fire and went into the next room.

He had a letter in his hand when he returned.

Joan noticed that the envelope was written upon across the corner, but she was not near enough to distinguish the handwriting.

He placed it on the mantelpiece and sat down opposite her.
"So you have come to love the dear old chap," he said.
"I have always loved him," Joan answered.

"It was he didn't love me, for a time, as I thought.