Ethel smiled as she looked right through him:
"So did I, didn't I?" and she indicated the window through which Peg ran after assaulting Brent.
The young man sprang up reproachfully:
"Don't! Please don't!" he pleaded.
"Very well," replied Ethel complacently, "I won't."
Brent was standing, head down, his manner was crestfallen. He looked the realisation of misery and self-pity.
"I'm sorry, Chris," remarked Ethel finally, after some moments had passed. "A month ago it wouldn't have mattered so much. Just now—it does. I'd rather looked forward to seeing you. It's been horrible here."
"A month of misery for me, too," replied Brent, passionately.
"I'm going away—out of it. To-morrow!" he added.
"Are you?" she asked languidly. "Where?"