I can't bear to look at her," one woman protested.
"I shall send her away if she does not improve," the Duchess said.

"She shall go to some remote place in the Highlands and she shall not be allowed to remember that there is a war in the world.

If I can manage to send her old nurse Dowie with her she will stand guard over her like an old shepherd." She also had been struck by the look which had been spoken of as "done-for." Girls did not look like that for any common reason.

She asked herself questions and with great care sat on foot a gradual and delicate cross-examination of Robin herself.

But she discovered no reason common or uncommon for the thing she recognised each time she looked at her.