"In Sidey Street we have a foot-bath and wash in bits," she explained frankly. "I’ve dreamt of baths like this. I’ve never had one." She turned on the taps with the fascination of a child, and watched the water run. "So you like it all?" "I should just think I did!" She perched on the edge of the bath, swinging a foot. "You’ve really taken it?" "For three years." "Who’s coming to it?" "It’s for a good girl." "You mean for a bad girl," she pouted. "She’ll be good—to me." "Well, I hope she’ll like it." He took her two hands. "So do I, Maggy. She’s said so, anyway." "Meaning me?" He nodded. "You’ve taken it on the chance that I’ll come?" "It’s got to be completely furnished. If it wasn’t you it would probably be some one I didn’t care about half so much. But it’s going to be you, isn’t it, Maggy?" "For three years!" Her voice trembled. "And after? What happens when the agreement’s run out? Has the girl got to be like the flat—taken on by some one else? There was a play, wasn’t there, a few years ago, called ’Love and What Then?’ It didn’t last long." She got up and went back into the sitting room. Woolf followed her. "Won’t you trust me and come?" "If I came I should come without trusting you. I’m not the kind that tiles herself in. I suppose I should let things rip." "Well, it’s yours for the taking. Only you’ve got to decide—now." And suddenly Maggy’s defenses broke down. She felt the frail bulwarks of her unsheltered girlhood crumbling around her. "It wouldn’t be for the bathroom or the bedroom or what you’d give me," she said huskily. "Wouldn’t it?" His arms were about her. "No," she whispered. "It’s you." Woolf gave her a little Yale key. "Here it is. Let yourself in when you want to take possession." He had tea sent up from the restaurant and they had it together in the cosy sitting room. Maggy was very subdued. She would go back to Sidey Street only to pack the few personal possessions she treasured. She hoped, was almost sure, Alexandra would be out. She dared not face her just yet. "I’ll bring you back after the show to-night," Woolf reminded her when they parted. "Don’t forget I’ve given you the key." "I’ve given you more than a key," said Maggy. X