“Every one of them!”
They commenced the descent.
“There is something about a flat,” she declared, “which makes one horribly curious about one’s neighbors—especially if one has never had any. All these closed doors may hide no end of interesting people, and I have never seen a soul go in or out. How did you like all this climbing?”
“I’m afraid I didn’t appreciate it,” he admitted.
“Perhaps you won’t come to see me again, then?” she asked. “I hope you will.”
“I will come,” he said a little stiffly, “with pleasure!”
They were on the ground floor, and Juliet opened the door. Wingrave’s motor was outside, and the man touched his hat. She gave a little breathless cry.
“It isn’t yours?” she exclaimed.
“Certainly,” he answered. “Do you want to come and look at it?”
“Rather!” she exclaimed. “I have never seen one close to in my life.”