He entered the hotel, stepped into the lift, ascended to her floor, and made his way with tingling pulses and beating heart along the corridor.

He knocked softly at her door.

There was a little hesitation, then he heard her voice on the other side.
"Who is that ?" "It is I--Francis," he answered softly.

"Let me in." There was a little exclamation.

She opened the door, holding up her finger.
"Quietly," she whispered.