Her bright, intelligent face was, above all, good-humoured.

Just at that moment, however, there was a flush of passionate anger in her cheeks.
"It makes me feel almost beside myself," she exclaimed, "this hideous incapacity for doing anything! Here we are living in luxury, without a single privation, whilst Dick, the dearest thing on earth to both of us, is being starved and goaded to death in a foul German prison!" "We mustn't believe that it's quite so bad as that, dear," Philippa remonstrated.

"What is it, Mills ?" The elderly man-servant who had entered with a tray in his band, bowed as he arranged it upon a side table.
"I have taken the liberty of bringing in a little fresh tea, your ladyship," he announced, "and some hot buttered toast.

Cook has sent some of the sandwiches, too, which your ladyship generally fancies." "It is very kind of you, Mills," Philippa said, with rather a wan little smile.

"I had some tea at South Lynn, but it was very bad.