She reached home in the evening.

The Phillips's old rooms had been twice let since Christmas, but were now again empty.

The McKean with his silent ways and his everlasting pipe had gone to America to superintend the production of one of his plays.

The house gave her the feeling of being haunted.

She had her dinner brought up to her and prepared for a long evening's work; but found herself unable to think--except on the one subject that she wanted to put off thinking about.