There was another bolt on the front door that he had not noticed.
Then he went upstairs again and, entering the guest room, he undressed.
He had not thought about any night attire of his cousin’s, but the dressing gown was where he had left it lying on the chair before he went out.
Having washed, he put it on and then brushing back his hair he went towards the door.
Only as he was about to open it did he ask himself if he was behaving unchivalrously, to say the least of it, to a girl who had trusted herself to him.
Then he thought somewhat cynically that no well-brought-up young girl, however innocent she might appear would have gone out alone without realising the danger.
Especially in a City like Kozan, which was, less westernised than some other Balkan Cities.
Certainly Thekla se
