"Better not. It’s dark and lonely around here."
Angelica had paused.
"I’ve got to do something," she said.
"Sit down and read," he said, rather impatiently.
"I don’t like to read."
"Nonsense! Here, come in! Sit down! I’ll give you something you’ll like."
But she hesitated. His bedroom! Surely he didn’t expect her to go in there?
He did, though.
"Come in! Come in!" he cried, and she obeyed.
She couldn’t really believe that there was anything evil or dangerous about this worried young man sitting before a desk covered with papers. He tapped the back of a big armchair.