“Come, Laurie,” she said. “I’ll just see that everything’s all right.”
She found the matches again, lighted the candles, and set them on his table, still without a look at that face that turned always as she went.
“We shall have to dine alone,” she said, striving to make her voice natural, as she reached the door.
Then once more she raised her eyes to his, and looked him bravely in the face as he stood by the fire.
“Do just as you like about dressing,” she said. “I expect you’re tired.”
She could bear it no more. She went out without another word, passed steadily across the length of the landing to her own room, locked the door, and threw herself on her knees.