"Yes."
"I beg your pardon. Miss Marvell's expecting you of course. Do make her rest a bit if you can. She's simply splendid! She's going to be one of our great leaders. I'm glad you won't miss it after all. You've been delayed, haven't you?—by somebody's illness. Well, it's going magnificently! We shall make Parliament listen—at last. Though they'll protect themselves no doubt with any number of police—cowards!"
The eyes of the speaker, as her face came into the light of the hall lamp, sparkled maliciously. She seemed to direct her words especially to Winnington, who stood impassive. Delia turned to the lift, and they ascended.
They were admitted, after much ringing. A bewildered maid looked at Delia, and the luggage behind her, as though she had never heard of her before. And the whole flat in the background seemed alive with voices and bustle. Winnington lost patience.
"Tell this man, please, where to take Miss Blanchflower's luggage at once. And where is the drawing-room?"
"Are you going to stay, Miss?" said the girl. "There's only the small bedroom vacant."
Delia burst out laughing—especially at the sight of Winnington's irate countenance.
"All right. It'll do quite well. Now tell me where Miss Marvell is."
"I mustn't interrupt her, Miss."
"This is my flat," said Delia, good-humouredly—"so I think you must.
And please shew Mr. Winnington the drawing-room."