"Yes."
Mrs. Clayhanger hurried into the dining-room. She had removed her hat and gloves.
"Lois wants to see you."
"I was just coming up. I've got to go now." He glanced at his watch.
"Go where?" It was like Mrs. Clayhanger to ask a question to which she knew the answer. Her ardent eyes, set a little too close together in the thin, lined, nervous face, burned upon him challengingly.
"I told you! I have to report at Headquarters before noon."
"But you don't mean to say you're going to leave your wife like this! She's very ill."
"I'm bound to leave her."
"But you can't leave her."
The Alderman said: