"In the dressing-room. I had it moved there, when you went; I thought I might as well give myself more space."
"Of course! I noticed something unusual about the dressing-room. You waited for me to move it back here, I suppose? It's rather a tough job for women."
"The hall-porter would have done it, you know."
"Never mind, pet. I'll do it ever so quietly after dinner."
She did not reply.
"Are you ready?" he asked. "Come back to the fire, and sit down. There's so much to tell each other about, isn't there?"
She moved to the door acquiescently and switched out the light, he following. A savoury smell crept through the chinks of the kitchen door, with the all-pervasiveness of cookery in flats. He sniffed it.
"How familiar! But you don't do the cooking now?"
"No; I only help, sometimes. Ann's a treasure."
"What do we pay her?"