"Soldiers don't miss their trains." Stella did not answer.

She sat on until the lamps were lit in the streets outside and in this room the dusk had changed to black night.
"No, he will not come," she said at last, in a low wail of anguish.

She rose and turned to Hillyard.

Her face glimmered against the darkness deathly white and her eyes shone with sorrow.
"It was kind and wise of you to wish to spare me," she said.

"Oh, I can picture to myself how coldly he heard you.