She watched it so carefully that she might have deceived herself into believing that it was standing still only, had there been no night-time.

She thought she had not perhaps been sufficiently good, and she tried to be more ostentatiously satisfied with her lot.

Never had she forced herself to work quite so hard for others as in those few days, and then when she came home it had drooped a little more.
When she was quite sure that it was dying, she told Corp she was going to London by that night's train.

"He is ill, Corp, and I must go to him." Ill! But how had he let her know?
"He has found a way," she said, with a tremulous smile.

He wanted her to telegraph; but no, she would place no faith in telegrams.
At least she could telegraph to Elspeth and the doctor.