Yes, you shall start for your home to-morrow." Sylvia stood up.
"Thank you," she said.

She looked wistfully at her mother, asking her pardon with the look.

But she did not approach her.

She stood sadly in front of her.

Mrs.Thesiger made no advance.
"Well ?" she asked, in her hard, cold voice.
"Thank you, mother," Sylvia repeated, and she walked slowly to the door of the hotel.