The waiter brought me the letter just after you'd gone down.' The words came in little panting gasps.
Then, suddenly, she slipped down beside the table at which Bridget had been working, and hid her face.

She was crying.

But it was very difficult weeping--with few tears.

The slight frame shook from top to toe.
Bridget stood by her, not knowing what to do.

But she was conscious of a certain annoyance that she couldn't begin at once on the subject of the flat.