The silence was broken by Jane.
"Robert," said she, "have you written to the children?"
Mrs. Tailleur's face became suddenly sombre and intent.
"No; I haven't. I clean forgot it."
He went off to write his letter. When he came back Mrs. Tailleur had risen and was saying good night to Jane.
He followed her to the portière and drew it back for her to pass. As she turned to thank him she glanced up at the hand that held the portière. It trembled violently. Her eyes, a moment ago dark under her bent forehead, darted a sudden light sidelong.
She paused, interrogative, expectant. Lucy bowed.
As Mrs. Tailleur passed out she looked back over her shoulder, smiling again her incomprehensible smile.
The portière dropped behind her.