Cuningham and Watson had recently left her, and taken a joint studio in Chelsea.

Their rooms, moreover, were still unlet.

Her anxieties therefore were many, and it was with lively expectation that she watched the 'swells' grope their way upstairs to Mr.Fenwick's room.

She always knew it must come right some day, with people like that about.
Lord Findon and Eugenie mounted the stairs.

The studio door was half-open.