She opened the door and was nearly blown backward down the stairs by the gale that met her.
Denis was sitting up in bed.
"You, old girl? Anything up?"
She stood in the doorway, her dressing-gown streaming out around her, her hair blowing across her face. She laughed uncertainly.
"Come out of that! Shut the door, you goose. And why on earth don't you furl your sails? Anything wrong with the Atom?"
She shut the door with slow care.
"No," she said; "she's pretending to be asleep."
There was a little pause. She buttoned up her dressing-gown slowly.
"You're not walking in your sleep, are you?" he suggested, with a little laugh. He swung himself off the bed and came towards her; he put his hands on her shoulders. "Now, twin, out with it! What did you come for, eh?"
She gave a little childish struggle under his warm hands; she looked up into his face.