I have nothing I want to read and nothing to do.

I am going over there." Henry's eyes questioned Horace's, which said, plainly, to the other man, "For God's sake, don't let her go; don't let her go!" Rose had run up-stairs for her parasol.

Horace turned away.

He understood that Henry would help him.

"Don't let her go over there this afternoon," said Henry to Sylvia, who looked at him in the blankest amazement.
"Why not, I'd like to know ?" asked Sylvia.
"Don't let her go," repeated Henry.
Sylvia looked suspiciously from one man to the other.