"That's all for the present," said Fenella, rising; and at the next moment she was smiling again, and her eyes were beginning to glow.
"So this is where you live?"
"No, this is my office; I live at the other side of the house."
"Really? I wonder...."
"You would like to see my living rooms?"
"I'd love to. I've always wanted to see how young bachelors live alone."
"Come this way then."
Stowell had not realised what he was doing for himself until he was on the landing, with the key in the lock, and Fenella behind him, but then came a stabbing memory of another woman in the same position.
"Come in," he cried (his voice was quivering now), and drawing up the Venetian blind he let in a flood of sunshine and the soft song of the sea.
"What a comfy little room!" said Fenella.