"Thank you then." The door shut behind her, and the room was larger.
"I can't tell why you have come," says Mrs. Weston tremulously.
"To say I was wrong and I'm sorry. Oh, Weston, dear, to say I have been a peevish wicked fool."
Mrs. Weston sat down again. "Where is Harry?" she said.
"I have writ to him to beg him come back to me."
"I am asking you to come back to us."
"You—"
"Where is he?"
"Ah, you don't know then?"
"I have not seen him since he left your house."