Then I'll take you back to London." The blood suddenly mounted into her face.
"You will ?" she cried wildly.

"In a reserved compartment, so that I may do nothing rash and foolish?
Are you going to be kind too ?" She broke into a peal of shrill and bitter laughter.

Then her head went down upon her hands, and she gave herself up to such a passion of sobbing and tears as was quite beyond all Hillyard's experience.

Yet he would rather hear those sobs and see her bowed shoulders shaking under the violence of them than listen again to the dreadful laughter which had gone before.

He had not the knowledge which could enable him to understand her sudden outburst, nor did he acquire that knowledge until long afterwards.