He made no allusion at all to the happenings of the afternoon, and his sister felt that she could not ask him.

She had a heavy heart for him as she bade him good-night, although she called something after him with a cheerful pretence about their rendezvous next morning.
"It _is_ nine-thirty at Fenchurch Street, isn't it ?" she asked.
"Do you think you will ever manage it, Bel ?" Captain Langrishe smiled at her haggardly.
"Oh, yes, easily--by staying up all night," she answered.
But her heart was as heavy as lead for him..