She leaned back wearily.

It was obvious that she had found the exertion of moving even so far exhausting.

Then he returned to his own apartments.

Rapidly he unlocked his dispatch box and took out one or two notes from Violet.
They were all of no importance--answers to invitations, or appointments.
He spread them out, took a sheet of paper and a broad pen.

Without hesitation he wrote: Congratulations on your escape, but why do you run such risks! I wish you would go back to England.
VIOLET.
He held the sheet of notepaper a little away from him and looked at it critically.