She gazed at the meal before her and wondered if she could bring herself to partake of it.

Peter had put everything ready to her hand, and in justice to him she felt as if she ought to make the attempt.

But a leaden weariness was upon her.

She felt more inclined to sink back in her chair and sleep.
There came a sound behind her, and she was aware of someone entering.
She fancied it was Peter returned to mark her progress, and stretched her hand to the coffee-urn.

But ere she touched it she knew that she was mistaken.