Wanted something to drink, too, and smiled at me kind of wicked when I brought him the cider." The room was almost dark when Winston entered it, and stood still a moment staring at a man who sat, cigar in hand, quietly watching him.
His appearance was curiously familiar, but Winston could not see his face until he moved forward another step or two.

Then he stopped once more, and the two saying nothing looked at one another.

It was Winston who spoke first, and his voice was very even.
"What do you want here ?" he asked.
The other man laughed.

"Isn't that a curious question when the place is mine?
You don't seem overjoyed to see me come to life again." Winston sat down and slowly lighted a cigar.

"We need not go into that.