There is always the club, you know.

And this is an opportunity you ought not to miss." Janet said nothing, and Lawrence Cardiff went back to his newspaper.

She tried to go on with her breakfast, but scalding tears stood in her eyes, and she could not swallow.

She was unable to command herself far enough to ask to be excused, and she rose abruptly and left the room with her face turned carefully away.
Cardiff followed her with his eyes and gave an uncomprehending shrug.

He looked at his watch; there was still half an hour before he need leave the house.