"What kind of furniture has she in the drawing-room?"
"An oak settle in the middle of the room and—"
"That doesn't sound very luxurious."
"But there are photographs of pictures on the walls, Italian saints, the Renaissance, you know, Botticelli and Luini; her writing-table is near the window, and covered with papers; she evidently writes a great deal. Mérat tells me she spends her evenings writing there quite contented."
"That will do about the room; now tell me about herself."
"She came in looking very like herself."
"Glad to see you?"
"I think she was. She didn't seem to have any scruples about seeing me. Our meeting was pure accident, so she was not responsible."
"Tell me, what did she look like?"
"Well, you know her appearance? She hasn't grown stouter her hair hasn't turned grey."