I am turned down--and I am going abroad.

It's not very pleasant to find oneself staying on in London, going to a little dinner party here and there where all the men are oldish, when all of one's friends have gone." Stella Croyle's face and voice softened.
"Yes.

I can understand that," she said.
Hillyard watched her narrowly, but there was no doubt that she was sincere.

She had received him with an air of grievance, and a hard accent in her voice.

But she was entering now into a comprehension of the regrets which must be troubling him.
"I am sorry," she continued.