On the verge of dusk his friend knocked and entered.
"The blind woman was at the door below," he explained, "looking for somebody." "It isn't as absurd as it sounds.

She does look for people--with her ears.

She knows a footstep that no one else can hear.

What were _you_ doing at Dudley yesterday ?" Narramore took his pipe out of its case and smiled over it.
"Colours well, doesn't it ?" he remarked.

"You don't care about the colouring of a pipe?
I get a lot of satisfaction out of such little things! Lazy fellows always do; and they have the best of life in the end.