He came in. He looked all round the room, and closed the door behind him.
"All alone?" he said, and there was a question in his voice. Who was he thinking of? Who was absent? Whose absence was he thinking of?
She sat down. "You're not cold?" she asked.
"Not at all," he said, and he walked to the table arranged for him and sat down.
"Did you have a satisfactory day?" she asked.
"On the whole," he said slowly, "yes."
"You're not tired?" she asked.
"Not a bit," he answered. "Why should I be?" and he looked at her and smiled.
"I don't know why you should be, Jim. I'm glad you're not. My guests seemed to be tired, for they both went off long ago."
She was now making the first step in the direction which she must boldly travel.