"I'm going up to see him."
"All right, dear."
"Nine o'clock," Mr. Price said sternly, taking out his watch and looking at it with an air of reprimand.
"Just a moment, Father."
Winnie ran up the long dingy stairs to the door of her room. It was open and before she entered she saw Laurence standing in the confusion of packing which she had left, and looking at a book.
When she stood beside him he glanced up carefully. His lips were drawn. She thought he smiled at her as if she were a stranger.
"Off?"
She was breathing quickly, her eyes shining at him reproachfully through her fluff of hair under the new hat.
The gas light to one side made his hair glossy and threw shadows in the hollows of his cheeks.
"Aren't you going to the train, Laurie?"