"Oh! Oh, good-night," said Roger casually rising, and sitting down again. "Your shout, Elsbeth."
Elsbeth went "no trumps."
Alwynne lingered.
"Of course the kitchen fire's out?" she said, with sour suggestiveness.
"Do you want a bath? Yes, of course. Do you know, my dear, you're looking rather grubby?" Elsbeth paid her sweetly. "I expect the water will still be hot, if you're quick. Don't forget to turn the light off, will you, when you've finished?"
Alwynne made no answer, but she still lingered. Elsbeth, finishing her hand, spoke over her shoulder—
"Alwynne, dear, either go out, or come in and sit down. There's such a draught."
There was a swish of skirts, and all the innumerable ornaments rattled on their shelves. Alwynne had permitted herself the luxury of banging the door.
Roger laughed like a schoolboy.
"'All is not well!'" he quoted.