She came across the room to Henry Thresk.
"Are you staying over to-morrow ?" she asked, and Thresk with a laugh answered: "I wish that I could.

But I have to catch an early train to London.
Even to-night my day's work's not over.

I must sit up for an hour or two over a brief." Stella rose at the same time as Mrs.Pettifer.
"I was hoping that you would be able to come across and see my little cottage to-morrow morning," she said.

Thresk hesitated as he took her hand.
"I should very much like to see it," he said.

He was in a very great difficulty, and was not sure that a letter was not the better if the more cowardly way out of it.