“Miss Honeychurch!”

She stopped with her hand on her heart.

“You sit still; you aren't fit to go home alone.”

“Yes, I am, thank you so very much.”

“No, you aren't. You'd go openly if you were.”

“But I had rather — ”

“Then I don't fetch your photographs.”

“I had rather be alone.”

He said imperiously: “The man is dead — the man is probably dead; sit down till you are rested.” She was bewildered, and obeyed him. “And don't move till I come back.”