"You haven't had any lunch," she said.
"No, no, I'm not hungry," he said absently.
He walked away from the door and into the hotel. The lounge was crowded with people, laughing and chattering together, and as he passed the inquiry desk he heard one of the clerks say:
"We shan't have a room vacant for three weeks. I don't remember when we were so full."
Was the hotel full! Feathers turned and looked round the crowded 107 lounge as he went slowly up the stairs to his room; strange that it seemed more empty and deserted to him than ever before.
* * * * * * * * * *
As the train drew slowly out of the station, Chris looked across at his wife with a rather nervous smile.
"Well, that's the end of our honeymoon," he said grimly.
"Yes"—Marie had quite recovered from her breakdown of the morning and she answered quietly enough—"we've had a good time, haven't we?"
"Have we? Opinions differ, I suppose."