She did not stir from the spot where she stood on entering the parlor until the visitor was at the street door, whither her mother had followed the retreating figure.

She did not hear the woman say in the tone of one who spoke more in command than entreaty, "To-morrow at one o'clock, or take the consequences." "It will be impossible to-morrow," Mrs.Dinneford whispered back, hurriedly; "I have been very ill, and have only just begun to ride out.
It may be a week, but I'll surely come.

I'm watched.

Go now! go! go!" And she pushed Mrs.Bray out into the vestibule and shut the door after her.

Mrs.Dinneford did not return to the parlor, but went hastily up to her own room, locking herself in.
She did not come out until dinner-time, when she made an effort to seem composed, but Edith saw her hand tremble every time it was lifted.