To-morrow morning, at seven o'clock, remember," he said curtly, and, turning on his heel, he passed out.
It seemed to Jack as he drove home that life had suddenly become a tangle of perplexities and complications.

First there was Annette.

He was genuinely distressed as he thought of the scene through which they had just passed.

That he himself had anything to do with her state of mind did not occur to him.
"Poor little girl," he said to himself, "she really needs a change of some sort, a complete rest.

We must find some way of helping her.