"You are going on somewhere ?" "No--home," she said, and smiled into his old, kind, questioning eyes.
"Home!" "Home!" he murmured significantly as he turned towards the Duchess and her carriage.

"Home!" he repeated, and shook his head sadly.
"Shall I drive you to your house ?" the Duchess asked.
"No, I'll go with you to your door, and walk back to my cell.

Home!" he growled to the footman, with a sardonic note in the voice.
As they drove away, the Duchess turned to him abruptly.

"What did you mean by your look when you said you had seen Eglington drive away from the House ?" "Well, my dear Betty, she--the fly-away--drives him home now.

It has come to that." "To her house--Windlehurst, oh, Windlehurst!" She sank back in the cushions, and gave what was as near a sob as she had given in many a day.