Wait till my grief has had its course; then I shall be more reasonable and do you more justice.' Rhoda turned towards the door, lingered, but without looking back, and so left the room.
Miss Barfoot was absent as she had announced, returning only in time for her duties in Great Portland Street on Monday morning.

She and Rhoda then shook hands, but without a word of personal reference.

They went through the day's work as usual.
This was the day of the month on which Miss Barfoot would deliver her four o'clock address.

The subject had been announced a week ago: 'Woman as an Invader.' An hour earlier than usual work was put aside, and seats were rapidly arranged for the small audience; it numbered only thirteen--the girls already on the premises and a few who came specially.

All were aware of the tragedy in which Miss Barfoot had recently been concerned; her air of sadness, so great a contrast to that with which she was wont to address them, they naturally attributed to this cause.
As always, she began in the simplest conversational tone.