‘No. I am alone this evening,’ she said, ‘and I wondered if you were too, and if I would have the courage to call on you. Well, I did have, so here I am.’ ‘Sit down,’ said Fabian, drawing up another chair to the fire. Now he could not possibly go on struggling with his letter to Prudence. ‘What would you like now, a cup of tea or a hot drink of some kind?’
