"But—isn't it ... taking a great deal from Mr. Ledgard?" Jan asked timidly.
Fay stretched out her hand and suddenly switched off the lights, so that they were left together on the big sofa in the soft darkness.
"Give me your hand, Jan. I shall be less afraid of you when I just feel you and can't see you."
"Why should you be afraid of me?... Dear, dear Fay, you must remember how little I really know. How can I understand?"
Fay leant against her sister and held her close. "Sometimes I feel as if I couldn't understand it all myself. But you mustn't worry about Peter's flat. We'll all go home the minute I can be
moved. He doesn't mind, really ... and there was nothing else to be done."
"Does Hugo know you are here?"
Fay laughed, a sad, bitter little laugh. "It was Hugo who asked Peter to lend his flat."
"Then what about his servants? What has he done with them while you are here?"
"These are his servants."