A small group of people strolled out of the market-place and stopped in front of the 'Yellow Boar.' There was interchange of farewells, a voice said encouragingly, 'Better luck next time,' and one man entered the hotel.
In the room opposite a match flared up and Lady Cranston lit the gas.

She stood for a moment underneath the chandelier, in the full light, listening.

Then she walked quickly to the mirror above the mantelpiece and appeared to dry her eyes and cheeks with her handkerchief.

She turned to the door almost guiltily, just as it opened.

Lord Cranston advanced into the room, and his wife moved towards him.