"Here you are at last!"
"I am afraid I have kept you waiting. I was not certain whether I should come."
"And you stopped to look at the view instead?"
"Yes, but how did you know that?"
"Ah! that's telling; come in."
The girl went in shyly.
"So this is where you live? How nicely you have arranged the room.
I never saw a room like this before. How different from the convent!
What would the nuns think if they saw me here? What strange
pictures!—those ballet-girls; they remind me of the pantomime.
Did you buy those pictures?"
"No; they are wonderful, aren't they? A friend of mine bought them in France."
"Mr. Escott?"
"Yes; I forgot you knew him—how stupid of me! Had it not been for him I shouldn't have known you—I was thinking of something else."