Violet was in her room ready dressed for dinner that evening, when there came a knock upon her door.

She was seated at a writing-table in a corner scribbling a note, but she covered it up quickly at the sound.
"Come in!" she said.
She rose as her husband entered.

He also was ready dressed.

He came up to her in his quiet, direct fashion, looking at her with those steady eyes that saw so much and revealed so little.
"I just came in to say," he said, "that I am sorry to cut your pleasure short, but I find we must return to town to-morrow." She started at the information.

"To-morrow!" she echoed.