They were standing in the little hall.
"You look fearfully tired—fearfully!" he said.
He was still holding her hand.
Her mouth twisted.
"Do I? It's the two night journeys. I didn't sleep at all."
"And the maid? Did you get one?"
"No. What does it matter?"
Infinitely unimportant to her now seemed such a quest.
"I must sit down," she added. "I'm nearly dead."
She really felt as if her physical powers were failing her. Her legs shook under her.