“This is Bielby, Amory ... don’t suppose you know him ... we just brought him along——”
“You should see the view from here in the day-time, Bielby ... stunning!——”
“Chuck your things down ... mind Laura’s guitar——”
They threw their hats and coats and cloaks into the window-seat, and filled the room as they stood talking, laughing and straightening their hair. Amory asked Cosimo for a match, and approached the two candles that stood in the brass sticks on the gate-legged table.
“Oh, don’t light up!” three or four broke out at once; “the firelight’s so jolly!”
“No?”
“Positively sinful to spoil this effect!——”
“Pull the chairs up round the fire—the floor’ll do for me——”
“Me too——”
“I’ll lean against your knees, Dorothy——”