She felt temporarily almost as if there were no other lodging-houses in London, though she knew that really there were tens of thousands.

The fact was that though there might be other Cupps, or their counterparts, she could not make herself believe such a good thing possible.

She had been physically worn out before she had read the letter, and its effect had been proportionate to her fatigue and lack of power to rebound.

She was vaguely surprised to feel that the tears kept filling her eyes and falling on her cheeks in big heavy drops.

She was obliged to use her handkerchief frequently, as if she was suddenly developing a cold in her head.
"I must take care," she said once, quite prosaically, but with more pathos in her voice than she was aware of, "or I shall make my nose quite red." [Illustration: The Marquis of Walderhurst] Though Batch was able to supply fish, he was unfortunately not able to send it to Mallowe.