He won't go in." III Her visitors had been gone half an hour, but she was still in the drawing-room when Nanda came back.

The girl found her, on the sofa, in a posture that might have represented restful oblivion, but that, after a glance, our young lady appeared to interpret as mere intensity of thought.

It was a condition from which at all events Mrs.Brook was quickly roused by her daughter's presence: she opened her eyes and put down her feet, so that the two were confronted as closely as persons may be when it is only one of them who looks at the other.

Nanda, gazing vaguely about and not seeking a seat, slowly drew off her gloves while her mother's sad eyes considered her from top to toe.

"Tea's gone," Mrs.Brook then said as if there were something in the loss peculiarly irretrievable.