But you'll be wanted at home.

Stay with me a minute, then I'll lock this door and go up myself.' At the sound of a hand on the door all turned with a movement of surprise and affright.

There entered Emily, hurriedly dressed, her hair loose upon her shoulders.

She looked round the room, with half-conscious, pitiful gaze, then upon her mother, then at the form on the couch.

She pointed to it.
'He has come ?' Her voice was unearthly.