Then she turned round and hurried back, fearful lest the detention might make her late, and Bevis might lose hope of her coming.

There could be no one in the building now whom she need fear to meet.

She opened the big entrance door and went up.
Bevis must have been waiting for the sound of her light footstep; his door flew open before she could knock.

Without speaking, a silent laugh of joy upon his lips, he drew back to make room for her entrance, and then pressed both her hands.
In the sitting-room were beginnings of disorder.

Pictures had been taken down from the walls and light ornaments removed.
'I shan't sleep here after to-night,' Bevis began, his agitation scarcely less obvious than Monica's.