“Hello!” she exclaimed. “How long have you been there?”
“An hour—perhaps more,” he answered. “You were asleep.”
“No wonder,” she grumbled. “Enough to make one sleepy to sit here hour after hour alone, with you at your everlasting Parliament work.”
It struck him that there were several empty glasses about and the room smelled of tobacco smoke.
“Have you had visitors?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Yes. Mr. Fagan and his wife.”
He frowned.
“I don’t see why Fagan should come when he knew I was out,” he remarked.
She laughed hardly.