She bit her lip tightly and hurried Aldous along.

Again the same lines of gay, chatting people along the corridor, and on either side of the wide staircase--greetings, introduction--a nightmare of publicity.
"Rather pronounced--to carry him off like that," said a clergyman to his wife with a kindly smile, as the two tall figures disappeared along the upper gallery.

"She will have him all to herself before long." * * * * * Aldous shut the door of his sitting-room behind them.

Marcella quickly drew her hand out of his arm, and going forward to the mantelpiece rested both elbows upon it and hid her face.
He looked at her a moment in distress and astonishment, standing a little apart.

Then he saw that she was crying.