Her slow unseeing glance wandered all over the room.

For some time longer she remained leaning forward, collecting her strength, doubting if she would be able to stand.
She stood up at last.

Everything about her spun round in an oppressive silence.

She remembered perfectly--as she told Mrs.Fyne--that clinging to the arm of the chair she called out twice "Papa! Papa!" At the thought that he was far away in London everything about her became quite still.

Then, frightened suddenly by the solitude of that empty room, she rushed out of it blindly.
* * * * * With that fatal diffidence in well doing, inherent in the present condition of humanity, the Fynes continued to watch at their window.
"It's always so difficult to know what to do for the best," Fyne assured me.