He had just found out that he was going to visit Mrs.Wayne.
He read the names in the vestibule, never doubting that Dr.Parret was a masculine practitioner, and hesitated at the name of Wayne.

He thought he ought to ring the bell, but he wanted to go straight up.
Some one had left the front door unlatched.

He pushed it open and began the steep ascent.
She came to the door of the flat herself.

She had a funny little gray shawl about her shoulders and a pen in her hand.

She tried to make her voice sound very cordial as she greeted him, but he thought he caught something that sounded as if, while perfectly well disposed to him, she couldn't for the life of her imagine why he had come.
"Come in," she said, "though I'm afraid it's a little cold in here.