The room grew so dark that Bridget turned on an electric light beside her, and by the help of it stole a long look at Nelly, who was still standing by the window.

Would grieving--would the loss of George--take Nelly's prettiness away?
She had certainly lost flesh during the preceding weeks and days.

Her little chin was very sharp, as Bridget saw it against the window, and her hair seemed to have parted with its waves and curls, and to be hanging limp about her ears.
Bridget felt a pang of annoyance that anything should spoil Nelly's good looks.

It was altogether unnecessary and absurd.
Presently Nelly moved back towards her sister.
'I don't know how I shall get through the next fortnight,' she said in a low voice.

'I wonder what we had better do ?' 'Well, we can't stay here,' said Bridget sharply.