The room was already gray in the twilight.

He drew her by both hands to the nearest window, and looked at her mutely, searchingly.

It seemed to him that she, who was so quick of apprehension, ought to know why he had come without words, and her submission deepened his feeling of a complete understanding between them.
"I've washed it all off!" said she naively, lifting her face to his scrutiny.

"It's not an improvement by daylight, you know." He smiled a little, but he did not release her hands.
"Elfrida, you must come home." "Let us sit down," she said, drawing them away.

He had a trifle too much advantage, standing so close to her, tall and firm in the dusk, knowing what he wanted, and with that tenderness in his voice.