"Very well; come along."
"Please may I go by my alone?"
"Oh! Yes, dear, if you like."
"Thank you."
She turned and went up the stairs to the room Stewart had shown her that afternoon. She knocked politely at the door, then went in. The gas was burning dimly.
"You? Is it a fire next door?" He sat up in bed with joyful anticipation on his face.
"No. I—I want to speak to you."
"Is the Pearl ill?"
"No." She climbed on to his bed and sat silent.
"Hurry up!"