It set her thinking.

Drummond must have told him something of her and he had thought this as good a time as any to face her.

In that case Drummond would probably come too.

She was prepared.
She had intended to have one last talk with Mildred, but had no need to call her.

Utterly wretched, the poor little woman came in again to see her as she had done scores of times before, to pour out her heart.
Forest had not come home to dinner, had not even taken the trouble to telephone.