There's not one scrap of hope, and it's better you should know it.' 'Then--there--there must be somebody else ?' he groaned, his distress no longer humorous.
Alice continued to look him in the face for a moment, and at length nodded twice.
'There _is_ somebody else ?' She nodded three times.
'Then I'll go.

Good-bye, Miss Mutimer.

Yes, I'll go.' He did not offer to shake hands, but bowed and moved away dejectedly.
'But you're not going back to London ?' Alice asked.
'Yes.' 'You'd better not do that.

They'll know you've called.

You'd far better stay and see Dick; don't you think so ?' He shook his head and still moved towards the door.
'Mr.Keene!' Alice raised her voice.