She leaned forward to realize it with a little tumult of excitement at the possibility it indicated, half turned to bid the cabman stop, and rolled on undecided.
Presently she spoke to him.
"Please go back to number sixty-three," she said, "I want to get out there," and in a moment or two she was tripping lightly up the stairs.
Kendal, in his shirt-sleeves, with his back to the door, was bending over a palette that clung obstinately to the hardened round dabs of color he had left upon it six weeks before.

He threw it down at Elfrida's step, and turned with a sudden light of pleasure in his face to see her framed in the doorway, looking at him with an odd shyness and silence.

"You spirit!" he cried, "how did you know I had come back ?" and he held her hand for just an appreciable instant, regarding her with simple delight.

Her tinge of embarrassment became her sweetly, and the pleasure in his eyes made her almost instantly aware of this.
"I didn't know," she said, with a smile that shared his feeling.

"I saw the windows open, and I thought the woman downstairs might be messing about here.