Power came across. The funeral was over; but Selwyn waited yet by the grave, smoking a fresh cigar in honour of combat valiantly fought and splendidly won. King got up, and in the talk that started walked away.
"Sit down, Jim," Maud said.
"Maud, I shall not be staying to-night. I'll come across to-morrow, though."
"What?" she answered coldly, and frowning of a sudden.
"I've work I must fix up. I am as sorry as you are. I shall be across to-morrow."
"You have never had sudden work like this that wouldn't keep."
"Maybe there won't be any again. Come, it can't be helped. I must get away."
"Good night, then."
"Don't be silly, Maud."