"What did the doctor tell you?" she asked at last.
"He told me I could go up to London by the two-five," I said.
"Is that all?"
"Dr. McMurtrie," I reminded her, "is never recklessly communicative." Then I paused. "Still I should like to know the reason for the change of programme," I added.
She raised her head and glanced half nervously, half defiantly at the door.
"We are going to give up this house tomorrow—that's the reason," she said, speaking low and rather quickly. "Our work here is finished, and it will be best for us to leave as soon as possible."
"I wish," I said regretfully, "that I inspired just a little more confidence."
Sonia hesitated. Then she sat up, and with a characteristic gesture of hers pushed back her hair from her forehead.
"Come here," she said slowly; "come quite close to me."
I walked towards her, wondering at the sudden change in her voice. As I approached she straightened her arms out each side of her, and half-closing her eyes, raised her face to mine.