Her companion, too, was absorbed in thought.

At the door Rosamund offered her hand.

No, she would not come in; she had work which must positively be finished this afternoon whilst daylight lasted.
Out of the by-street, Rosamund turned into Fulham Road, and there found a cab to convey her home.

On entering the house, she gave instructions that she was at home to nobody this afternoon; then she sat down at the table, as though to work on a drawing, but at the end of an hour her brush had not yet been dipped in colour.

She rose, stood in the attitude of one who knows not what to do, and at length moved to the window.