"If his head has been hurt it will be a long time before he is allowed to read." Cheiron nodded.
"I am interested," she went on, looking down.

"You will let me know, at Grosvenor Gardens, directly you hear anything, will you not, Master ?--I--" and then her voice broke a little.
And Cheiron stirred in his chair.

It was all paining him horribly, but until he could be sure what would be best for her he must not show his sympathy.
"I will send Demetrius with the answer when it comes, and I will telegraph to Wendover morning and night, dear child," he said.

"I knew you would feel for me." And with this, the sad little comedy between them ended, for Halcyone got up to leave.
"Thank you, Cheiron," was all she said.
Mr.Carlyon took her down to the door and put her in the waiting hansom which she had forgotten to dismiss, and he paid the man and reluctantly let her go back alone.
She was too stunned and wretched to take in anything.

The streets seemed a howling pandemonium upon this June morning at the season's full height, and all the gayly dressed people just beginning to be on their way to the park for their morning stroll appeared a mockery as she passed down Piccadilly.
Whether she had been missed or no, she cared not, and getting out, rang the bell with numbed unconcern, never, even noticing the surprised face of the footman as she passed him and ran up the long flights of stairs to her room, fortunately meeting no one on the way.