And it was plain to him that the enormous social success was not of her seeking, but of her relations.
One afternoon, between six and seven, Kendal was working alone in his room with the unusual prospect of a clear evening before him.

He had finished a piece of writing, and was standing before the fire deep in thought over the first paragraphs of his next chapter, when he heard a knock; the door opened, and Wallace stood on the threshold.
'May I come in?
It's a shame to disturb you; but I've really got something important to talk to you about.

I want your advice badly.' 'Oh, come in, by all means.

Here's some cold tea; will you have some?
or will you stay and dine?
I must dine early to-night for my work.

I'll ring and tell Mason.' 'No, don't; I can't stay.