"We found the Professor out rocking, and we are taking him home," said Darby.
"Oh!" said Basil Stafford quietly. He looked worried and out of humour.
"News—up there?" queried Darby.
"Not pretty news," Stafford answered grimly. "The submarines will do some harm in time." He sighed a little. "And you were all out on the cliffs," he added, staring at nothing.
"Miss Freyne was out upon the cliffs," said Darby, "I was not."
"Let those cliffs alone," said Stafford sharply. "I wish you would, Miss Freyne, in war times."
He laughed a little bitterly as Gheena looked at him.
It was still early, and a complete distaste for her own home made Gheena say that she would go to see Mrs. Weston.
They stopped at Guinanes' on their way back to order a parcel for their old hostess.
A stout woman at the counter was making complaint as to damp flour.