"I'll come anywhere, with pleasure.
What a view you have from here!" He glanced through the high windows at the other end of the room.

She laid her fingers upon his arm and led him towards the door.
"Quietly, please," she whispered.

"Try and imagine that you are in a house of conspirators." She led him up the quaint stone staircase, spiral-shaped, to the first floor.

Arrived there, she paused to listen for a moment, then breathed a little more freely and led him to a small sitting-room at the end of a long passage.

It was a pleasant little apartment and looked sheer out over the sea.