"And a black hat and veil.

I am going out." Norris's face expressed no surprise.
"You will be back to dinner, ma'am ?" she inquired.
"No.

I shall not want dinner.

I may not be back till ten--perhaps eleven.

If I am late, no one need wait up." She walked to a mirror and began nervously smoothing her ruffled hair, while Norris left the room, and returned with the desired garments.
With the same nervous haste she put on her hat, tied the thick veil over her face, and allowed herself to be helped into her cloak.