"Oh, but I must go," said Sally.
Traill shrugged his shoulders. Let her have her way. When women are doing things for apparently no reason, they are the most obstinate. But at the door of the room as his sister passed out first, he caught Sally's elbow in a tense grip and for the instant held her back.
"I shall wait here for you for half an hour," he whispered.
CHAPTER XXII
"Is there anywhere that I can take you, Miss Bishop?" Mrs. Durlacher offered, as they stood by the side of the shivering taxi. "I'm going out to Sloane Street."
"Oh no, thank you; it's very good of you. I'm going to catch a train at Waterloo." She shook hands, then held out her hand quietly to Traill.
"Good-bye, Mr. Traill."
He took her hand and held it with meaning. "Good-bye."
She turned away and walked down Waterloo Place, her head erect, her steps firm, but the tears rolling from her eyes, and her breast lifting with every sob that she stifled in her throat.
Mrs. Durlacher looked after her; then her eyes swept up to her brother's face.