She might 'ave sent us word last night.

We would not then 'ave waited to 'ave our nice supper." "She can't have gone away without telling me," repeated Sylvia.

She was staring straight into her companion's red face: Madame Wachner still looked very hot and breathless.

"I am sure she would never have done such a thing.

Why should she ?" The older woman shrugged her shoulders.
"I expect she will come back soon," she said consolingly.