The note of utter desolation brought the tears to Hester's cheeks.
But before she could say anything, Nelly had turned sharply to her sister.
'Bridget, I must go up to-night!' 'Must you ?' said Bridget reluctantly.

'I don't see what you can do.' 'I can go to the War Office--and to that place where they make enquiries for you.

Of _course_, I must go to London!--and I must stay there.

There might be news of him any time.' Bridget and Hester looked at each other.

The same thought was in their minds.