3. FROM FIVE TO EIGHT O'CLOCK P.M.Anne reached home again in time to preside over preparations for
dinner. Manston came in half-an-hour later. The lamp was lighted,
the shutters were closed, and they sat down together. He was pale
and worn—almost haggard.
The meal passed off in almost unbroken silence. When
preoccupation withstands the influence of a social meal with one
pleasant companion, the mental scene must be surpassingly vivid.
Just as she was rising a tap came to the door.
Before a maid could attend to the knock, Manston crossed the
room and answered it himself. The visitor was Miss Aldclyffe.
Manston instantly came back and spoke to Anne in an undertone.
'I should be glad if you could retire to your room for a short
time.'
'It is a dry, starlight evening,' she replied
