'No, no, I go write my lecture; oh, it vill be a great lecture. You vill announce it in the paper? You vill not leave it out like Sampson left out my article last week?'
He was at the door now, with his finger alongside his nose.
Raphael shook himself impatiently, and the poet threw the door wide and disappeared.
For a full minute Raphael dared not look towards the door, for fear of seeing the poet's cajoling head framed in the opening. When he did, he was transfixed to see Esther Ansell's there, regarding him pensively.
His heart beat painfully at the shock; the room seemed flooded with sunlight.
'May I come in?' she said, smiling.