Which was all I learned about that episode.
It did not seem to disturb her materially. I was glad it did n't. I made a strong effort to conceal my own foolish anger over it, and trust that I succeeded. At any rate, we dropped the subject.
April 10th.
THIS afternoon, late, I came into the hotel from a walk in the rain and went directly upstairs. I had my rubbers on.
The upper corridor was nearly dark, particularly to my eyes that were fresh from the street and the bright lights of the office.
I saw a dark object by her door—a man, undoubtedly, crouching there.
I stopped short, and watched, he had a white paper in his hand. He fumbled with this for a moment, then slipped it under the door, pushing it clear through into the room with a pencil. Then he got awkwardly to his feet, and stood hesitating. By this time my eyes were partially accustomed to the dim light, and I knew it was Sir Robert. He did not see me. After a moment he tiptoed heavily across the hall to his own door, just opposite and entered, cautiously and silently closing the door behind him.
I walked straight along the hall, past my own door, and stood before his. I had a mind to go in there and strangle him.