Are you going now?
Good-by, dear.

We will come and see you in the morning.

The thing will not seem half so bad when you have slept on it." He paused uncertainly, as she still stood motionless.

She was facing the grim walls of Stafford House, looming dimly through the mist, her eyes fixed as if she were studying the sky line.
"George," she said.

"You don't understand.