'To-morrow I shall be packing what is to go with me.

How I hate it all!' Monica dropped into a chair near the door.
'Oh, not there!' he exclaimed.

'Here, where you sat before.

We are going to have tea together again.' His utterances were forced, and the laugh that came between them betrayed the quivering of his nerves.
'Tell me what you have been doing.

I have thought of you day and night.' He brought a chair close to her, and when he had seated himself he took one of her hands.