I know you won't refuse me this one last kindness.
Some day,' his voice was all but extinguished, 'some day--who knows ?' Dreadful hope struck through her.

A stranger's eyes turned their way, and again she laughed.
'On Friday, at four.

I shall expect you.' She rose, looked for an instant about the room, then offered him her hand, uttering some commonplace word of leave-taking.

Their eyes did not meet.

She went up to Mrs.Cosgrove, and as soon as possible left the house.
Widdowson met her as she crossed the threshold of home.