CHAPTER XI.
After her visitors had gone, Mrs.Crofton had come back slowly, languidly, to her easy-chair.
It was too warm for a fire, yet somehow the fire comforted her, for she felt cold as well as tired, and, yes, she could admit it to herself, horribly disappointed.

How stupid men were--even clever men! It was so stupid of Godfrey Radmore not to have come to see her, this the first time, alone.

He might have found it difficult to have come without one of the Tosswill girls, but there was no reason and no excuse for his being accompanied by that odious little Timmy.

It was also really unkind of the boy to have brought his horrid dog with him.

Even now she seemed to hear Flick's long-drawn-out howls--those horrible howls that at the time she had not believed to be real.