She unfolded a sheet of copy, and placed it on the stand before her.
"If you have made up your mind, mother, I suppose you will go," she said.
"Still--I wish you wouldn't." Mrs.Phillimore shrugged her shoulders.
"If I did what you wished all the time," she remarked, pettishly, "I might as well drown myself at once.

Can't you understand, Hester ?" she added, with a sudden change of manner, "that I must do something to help me to forget?
You don't want to see me go mad, do you ?" The girl turned half round in her chair.

She was fronting a mirror.

She caught a momentary impression of herself--pallid, hollow-eyed, weary.

She sighed.
"There are other ways of forgetting," she murmured.