Grover, however, had already secured a carriage, and Helen was waiting for them, ensconced in a corner.

She accepted the news of Lessingham's return with resignation.

Philippa became thoughtful as they drew towards the close of their journey and the slow, frosty twilight began to creep down upon the land.
"I suppose we don't really know what war is," she observed, looking out of the window at a comfortable little village tucked away with a background of trees and guarded by a weather-beaten old church.

"The people are safe in their homes.

You must appreciate what that means, Mr.
Lessingham." "Indeed I do," he answered gravely.