"I thought you were still asleep!" Nan glanced at her curiously.
"I've not been asleep--all night," she said evenly.

"I asked your maid for a cup of tea some time ago.

How d'you do, Kitty ?" She kissed the latter perfunctorily, her thoughts evidently preoccupied.

She was very pale and heavy violet shadows lay beneath her eyes.

To Penelope it seemed as though she had become immensely frailer and more fragile-looking in the passage of a single night.
Refraining from comment, however, she held out the telegram.
"What does it mean, Nan ?" she asked.