She spared no effort to set his mind at ease, protesting that she did not care a rap how furiously her husband abused her.

A few yards from the edge of the East lawn they stopped, but they lingered over their parting.

She promised to meet him in the East wood at three on the morrow.
She walked slowly across the lawn and up to her suite of rooms, thinking of Grey.

She changed into a _peignoir_, lit a cigarette, lay down on a couch, and went on thinking about him.

She gave no thought to the matter of whether they had been watched.