Having risen he did not sit down again, and presently he took his leave, feeling convinced that Jocelyn was about to faint.
When he was gone the girl sat wearily down.
"Millicent Chyne," she whispered.

"What is to be done ?" "Nothing," she answered to herself after a while.

"Nothing.

It is not my business.

I can do nothing." She sat there--alone, as she had been all her life--until the short tropical twilight fell over the forest.