She sent Roger away in perfect good humour with himself and all the world , then she curled herself up in the snuggery , pulled a rug over her head , and cried . Roger came out to Lowlands oftener than ever after that . He had to talk to somebody about Stephanie Gardiner and Freda was the safest vent . The `` pursuit of the Ideal , '' as she called it , went on with vim and fervour . Sometimes Roger would be on the heights of hope and elation ; the next visit he would be in the depths of despair and humility . Freda had learned to tell which it was by the way he opened the snuggery door . One day when Roger came he found six feet of young man reposing at ease in his particular chair . Freda was sipping chocolate in her corner and looking over the rim of her cup at the intruder just as she had been wont to look at Roger . She had on a new dark red gown and looked vivid and rose-hued . She introduced the stranger as Mr. Grayson and called him Tim . They seemed to be excellent friends . Roger sat bolt upright on the edge of a fragile , gilded chair which Freda kept to hide a shabby spot in the carpet , and glared at Tim until the latter said goodbye and lounged out . `` You 'll be over tomorrow ? '' said Freda . `` Ca n't I come this evening ? '' he pleaded . Freda nodded . `` Yes -- and we 'll make taffy . You used to make such delicious stuff , Tim . '' `` Who is that fellow , Freda ? ''
Roger inquired crossly , XXXXX soon as the door closed .
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