I want to see Mrs.Sarratt before I start.

You may get me a cup of tea, if you like.' Mrs.Simpson disappeared with alacrity, and Farrell crossed the hall to the drawing-room.

He turned on the light as he opened the door, and was at once aware of Nelly's slight form on the sofa.

She did not move, and something in her attitude--some rigidity that he fancied--alarmed him.
He took a few steps, and then saw that there was no cause for alarm.

She was only asleep, poor child, profoundly, pathetically asleep.