He saw that as she read her eyes widened and stared out in front of them for a moment, and that her face grew pale.
For Mimo had wired, "Mirko not quite so well." She crumpled the blue paper in her hand, and followed her husband through the bowing personnel of the hotel into the automobile.

She controlled herself and was even able to give one of her rare smiles in farewell, but when they started she leaned back, and again her face went white.

Tristram was moved.

Whom was her telegram from?
She did not tell him and he would not ask, but the feeling that there were in her life, things and interests of which he knew nothing did not please him.

And this particular thing--what was it?
Was it from a man?
It had caused her some deep emotion--he could plainly see that.