"Oh!" muttered Louis, checked.
Julian clanked the gate and vanished up the street, Mrs. Maldon waving.
"What friend? What motor?" reflected Mrs. Maldon sadly. "He is incorrigible with his secretiveness."
"Mrs. Maldon," said Rachel anxiously, "you look pale. Is it being in this draught?" She shut the door.
Mrs. Maldon sighed and moved away. She hesitated at the parlour door and then said—
"I must go upstairs a moment."