Eve saw the look and again the uneasy expression of surprise
crossed her eyes. She paused, her hand resting on the
banister.
Loder looked at her directly. "Will you come into the study
--as you came that other night? There's something I want to
say." He spoke quietly. He felt master of himself and of
her.
She hesitated, glanced at him, and then glanced away.
"Will you come?" he said again. And as he said it his eyes
rested on the sweep of her thick eyelashes, the curve of the
black hair.
At last her lashes lifted, and the perplexity and doubt in her
blue eyes stirred him. Without waiting for her answer, he
leaned forward.
"Say yes!" he urged. "I don't often ask for favors."
Still she hesitated; then her decision was made for her.
With a new boldness he touched her arm, drawing her forward
gently but decisively towards Chilcote's rooms.
In the study a fire burned brightly, the desk was laden with
papers, the lights were nicely adjusted; even the chairs were
in their accustomed places.
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