"How is your mother?"
"Longing for your return. Oh! Pam—the tremendously strong feeling she has for you makes it doubly hard for both of us. You explained to Markham—everything?"
I nodded.
"And they will telegraph news of him here?"
"Yes."
He lifted me out of the dog-cart at the door of Cromer Court; his face looked grey.
"God bless you," he said, "for coming back to us!"
XII
We dined in Mrs. Cromer's room.
She insisted and would take no denial.