Behind her shoulder peered the anxious face of Mrs.Deo.
"I'm going out," cried the former in the loud and unmodulated voice of the deaf.

"He don't come back! he don't come back! I'm going to see why." The lawyer rose and bowed; then resolutely shook his head.

He did not know whether she had appealed to him or not.

She had not looked at him, had not looked at any one, but he felt that he must protest.
"I beg you not to do so," he began.

"I really beg you to remain here and wait with me.