A maid brought her fur coat—his gift; a page brought his own coat and hat.
"Will you call a cab?"
He turned and spoke to the porter. Then they waited, side by side, in silence.
When the taxicab arrived he turned to give the porter her address, but she had forestalled him. And he entered the narrow vehicle; and they sat through the snowy journey in utter silence until the cab drew up at his door.
Then he said: "Are you not going home?"
"Not yet."
They descended, stood in the falling snow while he settled with the driver, then entered the great building, ascended in the elevator, and stepped out at his door.
He found his latch-key; the door swung slowly open on darkness.
CHAPTER VII
An electric lamp was burning in the hallway; he threw open the connecting doors of the studio where a light gleamed high on the ceiling, and stood aside for her to pass him.