"No, do come in."
"May I? I don't believe you know in the least who I am."
"I do, really. I'm very glad to see you."
He followed her up the stairs and into her sitting-room, the small white-painted sitting-room, with its three straight windows looking on the Square. He went to one of the windows and looked out.
"Yes," he said, "there is a charm about it."
He spoke as if his mind had been long occupied with this place she lived in; as if they had disputed together many times as to the attraction of Kensington Square, and he had been won over, at last, reluctantly, to her view. It all strengthened the impression he gave of being absorbed in her.
He turned to her.
"You like living here? All alone? Cut off from everybody?"
She remembered then how they had really discussed this question.
"I like it very much indeed."