May walked to a little table and took up one of the books that were lying there.
"Upstairs, please, Robinson," she answered.
She began looking through the book, turning over the pages, but the print seemed unintelligible. She stood listening to Robinson's movements in the room. Then the door opened and the Warden came in and startled her so much that she dropped the book upon the table.
He was in his gown, just come back from chapel. He came some way into the room and stood at a little distance from her. She did not look at him, though she turned towards him in acknowledgment of his presence.
"Wasn't the sunset wonderful?" she said.
"It was a wonderful sunset!" he said.
Robinson was still busy in the room, and the Warden moved to the fireplace and stood looking as if he was undecided whether to stay or to go.
"I'm sorry I have to dine out this evening," said the Warden. "I have no choice in the matter, unfortunately."
"Of course," said May. "Please don't think of me. I have Aunt Lena to look after."
"You are very good to her," he said, and lingered for a moment.