She was listening to the rain when she heard the click of the gate and feet on the garden path. They stopped on the flagstones under her window. Jerrold's voice called up to her.
"Anne—Anne, are you there? Can I come up?"
"Rather."
He came rushing up the stairs. He was in the room now.
"How nice of you to come on this beastly evening."
"That's why I came. I thought it would be so rotten for you all alone down here."
"What have you done with Colin?"
"Left him up there. He was making no end of a row on the piano."
"Oh Jerrold, if he's playing again he'll be all right."
"He didn't sound as if there was much the matter with him."