"Asks what?"
"Nothing—nothing in words; but, Willie, everything, everything. I shall go mad, if I stay. And then don't you see——?" She stopped, going on again a moment later. "I've borne it till I could see you. But I can't go on bearing it."
He glanced at her.
"We can't talk about it here," he said. "Everybody will see how agitated you are."
For answer she schooled her face to rigidity, and her hands to motionlessness.
"You must talk about it—here and now," she said. "It's the only time I've seen you since—Dieppe. What are you going to do, Willie?"
He looked round. Then, with a smile, he offered his arm.
"I must take you to have something," he said. "Come, we must walk through the room."
She rose and took his arm. Bowing and smiling, she turned to greet her acquaintances. She stopped to speak to Lord Detchmore, and exchanged a word with her host.
"Yes. What are you going to do?" she asked again, aloud.