"It is only for your sake, Dormer." She turned and glanced at him with eyes that shone, but not with tears.
"Oh! Don't you understand ?" she asked, in a whisper.

"Don't you see, Dormer ?" "A way out of it ?" he answered, hurriedly, almost interrupting her.
He withdrew his hand, upon which she had laid her own; withdrew it sympathetically, almost tenderly.

"See a way out of it ?" he repeated, in a reflective and business-like voice.

"No, I am afraid, for the moment, I don't." He sat stroking his moustache, looking out of the window, while she looked out of the other, resolutely blinking back her tears.

They drove back to her hotel without speaking..