Everything else she finds
perfection. She doesn't even mind the five flights of stone steps."
"Social problems," Wingrave remarked, "do not trouble her."
"Not in the least," Juliet declared. "She spends all her pennies on
beggars and omnibus rides, and she is perfectly happy."
Wingrave rose to go in a few minutes. Juliet walked with him to the
door.
"I am going to be really hospitable," she declared. "I am going to
walk with you to the street."
"All down those five flights?" he exclaimed.
"Every one of them!"
They commenced the descent.
"There is something about a flat," she declared, "which makes one
horribly curious about one's neighbors--especially if one has never
had any. All these closed doors may hide no end of interesting people,
and I have never seen a soul go in or out. How did you like all this
climbing?"
"I'm afraid I didn't appreciate it," he admitted.
"Perhaps you won't come to see me again, then?" she asked. "I hope you
will."
"I will come," he said a little stiffly, "with pleasure!"
They were on the ground floor, and Juliet opened the door. Wingrave's
motor was outside, and the man touched his hat. She gave a little
breathless cry.
"It isn't yours?" she exclaimed.
"Certainly," he answered. "Do you want to come and look at it?"
"Rather!" she exclaimed. "I have never seen one close to in my life."
He hesitated.
"I'll take you a little way, if you like," he said.
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