She sat there for several minutes and then she turned her head and looked slowly round the room.

She did it because she was impelled by a sense of its emptiness--by the fact that she was quite alone in it.

There was only herself--only Robin in it.
That was her first feeling--the aloneness--and then she thought of something else.

She seemed to feel again the hand of Lord Coombe on her shoulder when he held her back in the darkened wood and she could hear his almost whispered words.
"In this Wood--even now--there is Something which must be saved from suffering.

It is helpless--it is blameless.