There's no sense in going over there so late.

You will never manage to get back to-night." Before his extended hand Mrs Verloc had stopped short.

He added heavily: "Your mother will be gone to bed before you get there.

This is the sort of news that can wait." Nothing was further from Mrs Verloc's thoughts than going to her mother.
She recoiled at the mere idea, and feeling a chair behind her, she obeyed the suggestion of the touch, and sat down.

Her intention had been simply to get outside the door for ever.