He had been writing till past midnight, with her smile just above him, and when he had turned out the lamp and was moving to the door through the vague flickering light of the fire, he distinctly heard a voice very luxurious and tender say "Antony," just behind him.

It was hardly more than a whisper, but its sweetness thrilled his blood, and half in joy and fear he turned to her again.

But she was only smiling inscrutably as before, and she spoke no more for that night..