She was in the library. At breakfast he had noticed her heavy eyes, and that she made only a pretence of eating. She was now less unlike herself, but her position at the window showed that she had been waiting impatiently.
'Isn't mother coming down to-day?' he asked.
'Yes; after luncheon she will go out for an hour, if it keeps fine.'
'And to-morrow you return?'
'If mother feels able to travel.'
He had The Critical in his hand, and stood rustling the pages with his fingers.
'I have been to see Peak.'
'Have you?'
She moved a few steps and seated herself sideways on a small chair.
'My business with him was confoundedly unpleasant. I'm glad it's over. I wish I had known what I now do half a year ago.'