She nodded, not yet sufficiently composed to talk very much.
He glanced about him for a place to lay coat and hat; then slipping out of the soft fur, disclosed himself in evening dress.
She had dropped into the arm-chair by the radiator; and, as he came forward, stripping off his white gloves, suddenly she became conscious of her bare, slippered feet and drew them under the edges of her negligée.
"I was not expecting anybody,—" she began, and checked herself. Certainly she did not care to rise, now, and pass before him in search of more suitable clothing. Therefore the less said the better.
He had found a rather shaky chair, and had drawn it up in front of the radiator.
"This is very jolly," he said. "Do you realise that this is our third encounter?"
"Yes."
"It really begins to look inevitable, doesn't it?"
She smiled.