"Good-night," said Alwynne, and went up a shallow step or two.
"Good-night," said Roger, without moving.
She turned suddenly and bent down to him over the poppy-head of the balustrade.
"Good-night," said Alwynne once more, and put out her hand.
"You're to sleep well, you know," he said authoritatively.
She nodded. Then, with a rush—
"Roger, I do thank you. I do thank you very much."
"That's all right," said Roger awkwardly.
Alwynne went upstairs.
He watched her disappear in the shadows of the landing, and took a meditative turn up and down the long hall before he returned to the drawing-room.