'I'll show you everything after lunch, Lucy. Come in——' And he put his arm about her shoulders, and urged her through the door the maid was holding open with difficulty because of the wind.
There she was, then, actually inside The Willows. The door was shut behind her. She looked about her shrinkingly.
They were in a roomy place with a staircase in it.
'The hall,' said Wemyss, standing still, his arm round her.
'Yes,' said Lucy.
'Oak,' said Wemyss.
'Yes,' said Lucy.
He gazed round him with a sigh of satisfaction at having got back to it.
'All oak,' he said. 'You'll find nothing gimcrack about my house, little Love. Where are those flowers?' he added, turning sharply to the parlourmaid. 'I don't see my yellow flowers.'
'They're in the dining-room, sir,' said the parlourmaid.