She liked the feel of his hand upon her shoulder; the firm, friendly grasp of his fingers about her own.
"I sometimes think I can't go on," she whispered through her tears.
"It's like being in prison, and I want to run away.

Only I can't--I can't.

I've got to bear it all my life." A slight sound from the open window followed this confidence, and Phil looked up sharply.

Audrey had not heard it, and she did not notice his movement.
Her head was still bent; and over it Phil, glaring like a tiger, met the quiet, critical eyes of the girl's husband.
He rose to his feet the next instant, but he did not utter a word.
As for Tudor, he stood quite motionless, quite inscrutable, for the space of seconds, looking gravely in upon them.

Then, to Phil's unspeakable amazement, he turned deliberately and walked away.