She would not change her mind about Birmingham, but sent everyone her love.
She wished she had gone when it came to Christmas Day.

This feeling of loneliness was growing upon her.

The Phillips had gone up north; and the Greysons to some relations of theirs: swell country people in Hampshire.
Flossie was on a sea voyage with Sam and his mother, and even Madge had been struck homesick.

It happened to be a Sunday, too, of all days in the week, and London in a drizzling rain was just about the limit.

She worked till late in the afternoon, but, sitting down to her solitary cup of tea, she felt she wanted to howl.