“Dull, when you are here?”
“But I cannot always be here, you know?”
She looked up.
“You see, a man is so much in the way if he is dawdling about the house all day long. You would begin to regard me as a nuisance, Sheila, and would be for sending me out to play croquet with those young Carruthers, merely that you might get the rooms dusted. Besides, you know I couldn’t work here: I must have a studio of some sort—in the neighborhood, of course. And then you will give me your orders in the morning as to when I am to come round for luncheon or dinner.”
“And you will be alone all day at your work?”
“Then I will come and sit with you, my poor boy,” she said.
“Much work I should do in that case!” he said. “But we’ll see. In the meantime go up stairs and get your things off; that young person below has breakfast ready, I dare say.”
“But you have not shown me yet where Mr. Ingram lives,” said Sheila before she went to the door.
“Oh, that is miles away. You have only seen a little bit of London yet. Ingram lives about as far away from here as the distance you have just come, but in another direction.”