Any news they got they could send round directly.' Nelly closed her eyes.
'I don't care where we go,' she said, under her breath.
'He wanted a line to-night,' said Bridget--'I can't hear of any lodgings.

And the boarding-houses are all getting frightfully expensive--because food's going up so.' 'Not a boarding-house!' murmured Nelly.

A shiver of repulsion ran through her.

She was thinking of a boarding-house in one of the Bloomsbury streets where she and Bridget had once stayed before her marriage--the long tables full of strange faces--the drawing-room crowded with middle-aged women, who stared so.
'Well, I can write to him to-night then, and say we'll go to-morrow?
We certainly can't stay here.

The charges are abominable.