‘Hello!’ he exclaimed in surprise, seeing her standing there with the valise in her hand, and marks of tears on her face. She was one who wept without showing many traces, like a child.

‘Do I look a sight?’ she said, shrinking.

‘No — why? Come in,’ he took the bag from her hand and they went into the study.

There — immediately, her lips began to tremble like those of a child that remembers again, and the tears came rushing up.

‘What’s the matter?’ he asked, taking her in his arms. She sobbed violently on his shoulder, whilst he held her still, waiting.

‘What’s the matter?’ he said again, when she was