“You look unhappy, Mrs. Gomme.”
The old lady sighed:
“I am feeling a little lonely, Noll.”
“Isn’t Netherby in?” he asked.
Her mouth shut firmly:
“No,” she said.
“Gone out?”
“Gone out,” she answered grimly.
“Do you know where?”
“No,” she said. “He has gone to meet some fool of a girl.”