And indeed that Mrs.Fyne should have appealed to me at all was in itself the evidence of her profound distress.

"By Jove she's desperate too," I thought.

This discovery was followed by a movement of instinctive shrinking from this unreasonable and unmasculine affair.

They were all alike, with their supreme interest aroused only by fighting with each other about some man: a lover, a son, a brother.
"But do you think there's time yet to do anything ?" I asked.
She had an impatient movement of her shoulders without detaching herself from the back of the chair.

Time! Of course?
It was less than forty- eight hours since she had followed him to London.