Lane found himself rather nervously expecting to see Mrs.Maynard.The old house brought back to him the fact that he had never liked her.

But he wanted to see Margaret.

It turned out, however, that mother and daughter were out.
"Come up, old top," called Blair's voice from the hall above.
So Lane went up to Blair's room, which he remembered almost as well as his own, though now it was in disorder.

Blair was in his shirt sleeves.

He looked both gay and spent.