She advanced toward his door. He stood aside. She peeped in. She was so close to him that her nightgown brushed the bosom of his shirt. "Another bedroom!" she exclaimed. "Just like ours."
"I didn't wish to disturb you," said he, calm and grave.
"But you wouldn't have been disturbing me," protested she, leaning against the door frame, less than two feet away and directly facing him.
"I'll stay on here," said he.
She gazed at him with great puzzled eyes. "Aren't you glad I'm back?" she asked.
"Certainly," said he with a polite smile. "But I must get some sleep." And he moved away.
"You must let me tell you how I happened to go and why I came——"
"Please," he interrupted, looking at her with a piercing though not in the least unfriendly expression that made her grow suddenly pale and thoughtful. "I do not wish to hear about it—not now—not ever. Tetlow told me all that it's necessary for me to know. You have come to stay, I assume?"
"Yes—if"—her lip quivered—"if you'll let me."
"There can be no question of that," said he with the same polite gravity he had maintained throughout.