Last night I--I thought I noticed--but it was scarcely worth speaking of; I am so easily alarmed, you know." Maud tried to say something, but in vain.
"You--you won't desert her--quite--Maud ?" said her father in a tone of pleading.

"I am obliged to be so muck away--God knows I can't help it.
And then I--I wonder whether you have noticed?
I seem to have little influence with her." He stopped, but the next moment forced himself to utter what was in his mind.
"Can't you help me a little more, Maud?
Couldn't you induce her to live a little more--more restfully at times ?" She rose, pushing the chair back behind her.
"Father, I can't!" she cried; then burst into a passion of tears.
"God help us!" her father breathed, rising and looking at her in blank misery.

But in a moment she had recovered herself.

They faced each other for an instant, but neither ventured to speak again, and Maud turned and left him.
Waymark came as usual, but now he seldom saw Mrs.Enderby.

Maud received him alone.