"Give me your hand, Jan. I shall be less afraid of you when I just feel you and can't see you." "Why should you be afraid of me?... Dear, dear Fay, you must remember how little I really know. How can I understand?" Fay leant against her sister and held her close. "Sometimes I feel as if I couldn't understand it all myself. But you mustn't worry about Peter's flat. We'll all go home the minute I can be moved. He doesn't mind, really ... and there was nothing else to be done." "Does Hugo know you are here?" Fay laughed, a sad, bitter little laugh. "It was Hugo who asked Peter to lend his flat." "Then what about his servants? What has he done with them while you are here?" "These are his servants." "But Hugo said...." "Jan, dear, it is no use quoting Hugo to me. I can tell you the sort of thing he would say.... Did he mention Peter at all?" "Certainly not. He said you were 'installed in a most comfortable flat' and had brought your own servants." "I brought Ayah--naturally, Peter hadn't an ayah. But why do you object to his servants? They're very good." "But don't they think it ... a little odd?" "Oh, you can't bother about what servants think in India. They think us all mad anyway." There was silence for a few minutes while Jan realised the fact that, dislike it as she might, she seemed fated to be laid under considerable obligation to Mr. Peter Ledgard. "Where is Hugo?" she asked at last. "My dear, you appear to have heard from Hugo since I have. As to his whereabouts I haven't the remotest idea." "Do you mean to say, Fay, that he hasn't let you know where he is?" "He didn't come with us to the flat because he was afraid he'd be seized for debts and things. We've only been here a fortnight. He's probably on board ship somewhere--there hasn't been much time for him to let me know...." Fay spoke plaintively, as though Jan were rather hard on Hugo in expecting him to give his wife any account of his movements. Jan was glad it was dark. She felt bewildered and oppressed and very, very angry with her brother-in-law, who seemed to have left his entire household in the care of Peter Ledgard. Was Peter paying for their very food, she wondered? She'd put a stop to that, anyhow. "Jan"--she felt Fay lean a little closer--"don't be down on me. You've no idea how hard it has all been. You're such a daylight person yourself." "Hard on you, my precious! I could never feel the least little bit hard. Only it's all so puzzling. And what do you mean by a 'daylight person'?" "You know, Jan, for three months now I've been a lot alone, and I've done a deal of thinking--more than ever in all my life before; and it seems to me that the world is divided into three kinds of people--the daylight people, and the twilight people and the night people."