Yet here she was, IN HIS ROOM, and they were talking together, and little by little her embarrassment was wearing away.
"Yes, yes, I always heard you when you were making tea," returned the old Englishman; "I heard the tea things.

Then I used to draw my chair and my work-table close to the wall on my side, and sit there and work while you drank your tea just on the other side; and I used to feel very near to you then.

I used to pass the whole evening that way." "And, yes--yes--I did too," she answered.

"I used to make tea just at that time and sit there for a whole hour." "And didn't you sit close to the partition on your side?
Sometimes I was sure of it.

I could even fancy that I could hear your dress brushing against the wall-paper close beside me.