Perhaps, thought Will, the prospect of change sufficed to explain her equanimity.

But for the rest of the day he was so glum and curt, that Allchin frequently looked at him with pained remonstrance.
At home, he found a telegram on his table.

He clutched at it, rent the envelope.

But no; it was not what he expected.

Norbert Franks asked him to look in that evening.