Our shadows couldn't have fallen on the curtain.
As we stood listening, there came a knock at the front door.

It was Raoul's knock.

I was sure of that.
If only Ivor had arrived a quarter of an hour earlier, at the time appointed, I should have hurried him away before this, so that I might write to Raoul; but now I could not think what to do for the best--what to do, that things might not be made far worse instead of better between Raoul and me.

I had suffered so much that my power of quick decision, on which I'd so often prided myself vaingloriously, seemed gone.
"It is Raoul," I said.

"What shall I do ?" "Let him in, of course, and introduce me.