She hurries up the steps, and Woolet opens the door.
"Is Mr. Braine in yet?"
"In the library, madame."
She hurries through the hall, untying the cords of her wrap as she goes. She pushes open the door, enters, closes the door, and stands with her back against it, looking at Braine who is writing at the desk.
As she enters, he glances up hastily, nods, and returns to his writing, remarking absently:
"Home?"
She does not answer. She stands watching him, listening to the hurried scratch of the pen.
Presently she says:
"Edgar!"
"Yes?" without looking up.