It was also as motionless and as grave.
"How much does she know ?" The question would thrust itself into the mother's thoughts.

She watched her daughter intently from the dark corner where her head lay, thinking that with the broadening of the day she might read the answer in that still face.

But she read nothing even when every feature was revealed in the clear dead light, for the face which she saw was the face of one who lived much apart within itself, building amongst her own dreams as a child builds upon the sand and pays no heed to those who pass.

And to none of her dreams had Mrs.Thesiger the key.

Deliberately her daughter had withdrawn herself amongst them, and they had given her this return for her company.