That must wait until to-morrow.

Nothing can be done to-night." She followed him into the room, dragged out a chair from against the wall, waited until he had slipped off his mackintosh, and then seated herself beside him.
"No," he repeated, passing his hand across his eyes as if to shut out some haunting vision.

"There is no news.

She is in a cell, I suppose.

My God, what does it all mean!" He paused, his head averted, staring straight ahead.
"You have been very kind to me, Mrs.Cleary, since I have been here--you and your husband.