"
"No carpet?"
"No. Merat opened the door to me. I told her I had met Miss Innes in
a slum; she followed me into the drawing-room, saying, 'One of these
days Mademoiselle will bring back some horrid things with her.'"
"Good Lord! Tell me what her rooms were like?"
"The flat is better than you would expect to find in such a building.
It is the staircase that makes the place look like a model
dwelling-house. There is a drawing-room and a dining-room."
"What kind of furniture has she in the drawing-room?"
"An oak settle in the middle of the room and--"
"That doesn't sound very luxurious."
"But there are photographs of pictures on the walls, Italian saints,
the Renaissance, you know, Botticelli and Luini; her writing-table
is near the window, and covered with papers; she evidently writes a
great deal. Merat tells me she spends her evenings writing there
quite contented."
"That will do about the room; now tell me about herself."
"She came in looking very like herself."
"Glad to see you?"
"I think she was. She didn't seem to have any scruples about seeing
me. Our meeting was pure accident, so she was not responsible."
"Tell me, what did she look like?"
"Well, you know her appearance? She hasn't grown stouter her hair
hasn't turned grey.
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