He scarcely expected to find a hack at that hour, but there was one; and it drove them to her lodgings on Fourth Avenue, near Thirteenth Street.

Spite of her paint and powder she seemed very young and very tired as she stood by the open door, looking drearily at the gray pallor over the roofs opposite, where day was breaking.
"Will you--come in ?" He had prepared to take his leave; he hesitated.
"I think I will," he said.

"I'd like to see you with your face washed." Her room was small, very plain, very neat.

On the bed lay folded a white night gown; a pair of knitted pink slippers stood close together on the floor beside it.

There was a cheap curtain across the alcove; she drew it, turned, looked at him; and slowly her oval face crimsoned.
"You needn't wash your face," he said very gently.
She crept into the depths of a big arm-chair and lay back watching him with inscrutable eyes.
He did not disturb her for a while.