“I don't know.”
“I came to see you.”
She gave a nervous little laugh and made to pass him.
Bob fell back a pace, guarding the door. “Don't you think that was thoughtful of me?”
“I don't know what you mean. There was no need.”
“What! No need! You all alone like this when all the rest are enjoying themselves!”
“So was I. A long evening with a book.”
She had fallen back as he, speaking, had slowly advanced.
Now the great chair in which she had been seated was alone between them.
“Oh, books! Books are rot.” He stepped around the chair.