And pray, were you listening at the door ?" Miss Farmer vouchsafed no reply.

She was half leading, half supporting Daphne, who leant against her.

As they neared the door, Roger, who had been standing dumb again, started forward.
"Let me take her," he said sternly.

"Daphne!--send this woman away." But Daphne only shuddered, and putting out a shaking hand, she waved him from her.
"You see in what a state she is!" cried Miss Farmer, with a withering look.

"If you must speak to her, put it off, sir, at least till to-morrow." Roger drew back.