“Why not? I thought it would be nicer than a public dining-room, and when I got up this morning and saw what the weather was I telephoned.” He placed two chairs before the fire, which had begun to blaze. “Isn't it cosy?” he said, taking her hands and pulling her toward him. His own hands trembled, the tips of his fingers were cold.
“You are cold!” she said.
“Not now—not now,” he replied. The queer vibrations were in his voice that she had heard before. “Sweetheart! This is the best yet, isn't it? And after that trip in the storm!”
“It's beautiful!” she murmured, gently drawing away from him and looking around her once more. “I never was in a room like this.”
“Well, you'll be in plenty more of them,” he exulted. “Sit down beside the fire, and get warm yourself.”
She obeyed, and he took the chair at her side, his eyes on her face. As usual, she was beyond him; and despite her exclamations of surprise, of appreciation and pleasure she maintained the outward poise, the inscrutability that summed up for him her uniqueness in the world of woman. She sat as easily upright in the delicate Chippendale chair as though she had been born to it. He made wild surmises as to what she might be thinking. Was she, as she seemed, taking all this as a matter of course? She imposed on him an impelling necessity to speak, to say anything—it did not matter what—and he began to dwell on the excellences of the hotel. She did not appear to hear him, her eyes lingering on the room, until presently she asked:—“What's the name of this hotel?”
He told her.
“I thought they only allowed married people to come, like this, in a private room.”
“Oh!” he began—and the sudden perception that she had made this statement impartially added to his perplexity. “Well,” he was able to answer, “we're as good as married, aren't we, Janet?” He leaned toward her, he put his hand on hers. “The manager here is an old friend of mine. He knows we're as good as married.”
“Another old friend!” she queried. And the touch of humour, in spite of his taut nerves, delighted him.