"My head aches a little, mother dear."
"I am sorry. You look tired."
"Well, yes, dear. There are moments of infinite weariness in life. One cannot avoid them."
"Did you dance?"
"Weary of emotions, then?"
The old lady smiled faintly.
"Mother!" whispered Rosalind, and pressed her mother's hand to her forehead.
There was silence for a while. When Mrs. Marsh spoke again it was to change the subject.
"You have been too long at Tormouth this time. I think you need a change. Suppose we took a little of London now? Society might brighten you."