'The motor will wait for them at Windermere. But I don't think there'll be much more to hear. I'm afraid we've shot our bolt.'
She clasped her hands listlessly on her knee, and said nothing.
'Are you quite sure Sarratt has been in it?' he asked her.
'Oh, yes, I'm sure.'
There was a dull conviction in her voice. She began to pluck at the grass beside her, while her dark contracted eyes swept the Lake in front of her—seeing nothing.
'Good God!'—thought Farrell—'Are they all—all the women—suffering like this?'
'You'll get a telegram from him to-morrow, I'm certain you will!' he said, with eager kindness. 'Try and look forward to it. You know the good chances are five to one.'
'Not for a lieutenant,' she said, under her breath. 'They have to lead their men. They can't think of their own lives.'
There was silence a little. Then Farrell said—floundering, 'He'd want you to bear up!'
'I am bearing up!' she said quickly, a little resentfully.