"Do you wish a model?" she asked in an unsteady voice.
"No," he said, vexed.
"Then—I beg your pardon for disturbing you—"
"Who gave you my name?" he demanded.
"Why—nobody—"
"Who sent you to me? Didn't anybody send you?"
"No."
"But how did you get in?"
"I—walked in."
There was a scarcely perceptible pause; then she turned away in the dim light of the corridor.