I'm not even going to ask you to sit down.

Go right up.

Her door's at the end of the hall, you know.

You'll comfort the poor thing beautifully, you dear!" She paused for breath, a vivid smile taking the place of words.

Mrs.
Linford, rendered oddly, almost obstinately reserved by this excessive cordiality, was conscious of something unnatural in that smile--a too great intensity, like the greenness of artificial palms.
"Thank you so much for coming, you angel," she went on playfully, "for doubtless I shall not be visible when you go.