“I must go,” he said.
Norah shook hands with him, and accompanied him to the landing. She shut the door behind her and stood outside for a couple of minutes. Philip wondered what they were talking about.
“Who is Mr. Kingsford?” he asked cheerfully, when she returned.
“Oh, he’s the editor of one of Harmsworth’s Magazines. He’s been taking a good deal of my work lately.”
“I thought he was never going.”
“I’m glad you stayed. I wanted to have a talk with you.” She curled herself into the large arm-chair, feet and all, in a way her small size made possible, and lit a cigarette. He smiled when he saw her assume the attitude which had always amused him.