She looked the frailest thing under the sun.

Her face was startling ivory beneath her widow's headgear.

She had scarcely strength to lift her head.

Mr.Jornicroft had made luxurious arrangements for her comfort--an ambulance carriage from St.John's Wood, a special invalid compartment in the train; but at the station, as at Doria's wedding, Jaffery took command.

It was his great arms that lifted her feather-weight with extraordinary sureness and gentleness from the carriage, carried her across the platform and deposited her tenderly on her couch in the compartment.