And though they spoke of her sister, she knew they were thinking of herself, and that it was quite right they should, for it gave them a little relief from their gloom.

She was honestly sorry for Edith, but she was sorrier still for Bruce, who she knew had always liked her more than he would have cared to say.

She was sorrier for Bruce because, while Edith had lost only her husband, Bruce had lost his very life.

And life meant so much to Laura, these days, the glowing, coursing, vibrant life of her warm beautiful body.

She was thinking of that as she stood in the hall.
* * * * * In the evening, at home in his study, Roger heard a slight knock at the door.