Every day she went early in the morning to the Green Park, where she had seen George last, and wandered about until night fell.

She thought that he had gone to Paris, and that she was alone in London.

But somehow she came nearer to him there.
When she found that Clara had arrived, she knew that she would be full of pity for her.

She came down to dinner in full dress, told some funny stories, and laughed incessantly.
No.

She had not missed them.