'Indeed I'm all right.

You said you'd sent for the papers ?' 'The motor will wait for them at Windermere.

But I don't think there'll be much more to hear.

I'm afraid we've shot our bolt.' She clasped her hands listlessly on her knee, and said nothing.
'Are you quite sure Sarratt has been in it ?' he asked her.
'Oh, yes, I'm sure.' There was a dull conviction in her voice.

She began to pluck at the grass beside her, while her dark contracted eyes swept the Lake in front of her--seeing nothing.
'Good God!'-- thought Farrell--'Are they all--all the women--suffering like this ?' 'You'll get a telegram from him to-morrow, I'm certain you will!' he said, with eager kindness.