"There!" he said simply.
With a gesture of abandon, she threw herself on the bed, propping her cheek on her hand and staring at him.

He sat down where Pennell had sat, but made no attempt to touch her, leaning, instead, back and away against the iron bed-post.

She pulled up her knees, flung her arms back, and laughed.

"And now, monsieur ?" she said.
Peter had never felt so cool in his life.

His thoughts raced, but steadily, as if he had dived into cold, clear water.