She went at once into the room where Rodney might have been, where Milly was. Milly rose from the corner where she sat averted.
"Agatha," she said, "I had to come."
Agatha kissed the white, suppliant face that Milly lifted.
"I thought," she said, "you'd gone—yesterday."
"We couldn't go. He—he's ill again."
"Ill?"
"Yes. Didn't you see the blinds down as you passed?"
"I thought it was because you'd gone."
"It's because that thing's come back again."
"When did it come, Milly?"