“Those people will all go when they get tired of waiting. There is no use in our bothering with them any more to-night. Come in.”
Anna led the way into her room, and closed the door. A lamp burned dimly on the dresser amid a confusion of laces and ribbons. The whole room looked in a soft foam of dainty disorder. Anna did not turn the light up. She stood looking at her brother in the half-light, and her face was at once angry and tender.
“Well?” said she, with a sigh of desperate inquiry.
“Well?” rejoined Carroll.
“What next?”
“The Lord knows!”
“Something has to be done. We are up against a dead wall again. And for some reason it strikes me as a deader wall than ever before.”
Carroll nodded.
“We cannot stay in Banbridge any longer?” Anna said, interrogatively.
“We may have to,” Carroll replied, curtly.