The absence of her figure from the table on the further side of the room worked upon his nerves.
She had promised at least to stay her month.

These were working hours.

What was she doing?
She could hardly be packing already! He tried to give his attention to the notes he had been working at the day before.

Presently he wanted a reference--a line from the _Philoctetes_.

'The Lemnian fire'-- where on earth was the passage?
He lifted his head instinctively.