To his disgust, there were only empty plates in the studio.
He lifted up his voice like the bears in the fairy-tale, and Torpenhow entered, looking guilty.
'H'sh!' said he.

'Don't make such a noise.

I took it.

Come into my rooms, and I'll show you why.' Dick paused amazed at the threshold, for on Torpenhow's sofa lay a girl asleep and breathing heavily.

The little cheap sailor-hat, the blue-and-white dress, fitter for June than for February, dabbled with mud at the skirts, the jacket trimmed with imitation Astrakhan and ripped at the shoulder-seams, the one-and-elevenpenny umbrella, and, above all, the disgraceful condition of the kid-topped boots, declared all things.
'Oh, I say, old man, this is too bad! You mustn't bring this sort up here.
They steal things from the rooms.' 'It looks bad, I admit, but I was coming in after lunch, and she staggered into the hall.