She and the chauffeur looked slowly up at the house and up and down the street.

They were at one in their feeling about it.

Then Adelaide gave a very gentle little sigh and started the ascent.
The flat did not look as well by day.

Though the eastern sun poured in cheerfully, it revealed worn places on the backs of the arm-chairs and one fearful calamity with an ink-bottle that Pete had once had on the rug.

Even Mrs.Wayne, who sprang up from behind her writing-table, had not the saint-like mystery that her blue draperies had given her the evening before.
Though slim, and in excellent condition for thirty-nine, Adelaide could not conceal that four flights were an exertion.