"Sorry!" Down he sat on another chair, and there was a fresh giggle from poor Molly, who was really suffering a good deal.
"Won't you come nearer the fire?" Nell suggested desperately.
"No, thanks, I'm warm. It's a beastly night—all slush and wet."
The door was pushed open.
"I say, can't find him anywhere! What on earth shall we do if we can't get—"
"Ted's here, Denis!"
Three frantic voices gave him the information at the same moment.
"Oh, by Jove, is he? Why on earth are you sitting in the dark, eh?"
Nell could hear the laugh in his voice.
"It—it's nice, sometimes."