Nina and Eileen, in travelling gowns and veils, stood on the porch at Silverside, waiting for the depot wagon, when Selwyn's letter was handed to Eileen. The girl flushed up, then, avoiding Nina's eyes, turned and entered the house. Once out of sight, she swiftly mounted to her own room and dropped, breathless, on the bed, tearing the envelope from end to end. And from end to end, and back again and over again, she read the letter--at first in expectancy, lips parted, colour brilliant, then with the smile still curving her cheeks--but less genuine now--almost mechanical--until the smile stamped on her stiffening lips faded, and the soft contours relaxed, and she lifted her eyes, staring into space with a wistful, questioning lift of the pure brows. What more had she expected? What more had she desired? Nothing, surely, of that emotion which she declined to recognise; surely not that sentiment of which she had admitted her ignorance to him. Again her eyes sought the pages, following the inked writing from end to end. What was she seeking there that he had left unwritten? What was she searching for, of which there was not one hint in all these pages? And now Nina was calling her from the hall below; and she answered gaily and, hiding the letter in her long glove, came down the stairs. "I'll tell you all about the letter in the train," she said; "he is perfectly well, and evidently quite happy; and Nina--" "What, dear?" "I want to send him a telegram. May I?" "A dozen, if you wish," said Mrs. Gerard, "only, if you don't climb into that vehicle, we'll miss the train." So on the way to Wyossette station Eileen sat very still, gloved hands folded in her lap, composing her telegram to Selwyn. And, once in the station, having it by heart already, she wrote it rapidly: "Nina and I are on our way to the Berkshires for a week. House-party at the Craigs'. We stay overnight in town. E.E." But the telegram went to his club, and waited for him there; and meanwhile another telegram arrived at his lodgings, signed by a trained nurse; and while Miss Erroll, in the big, dismantled house, lay in a holland-covered armchair, waiting for him, while Nina and Austin, reading their evening papers, exchanged significant glances from time to time, the man she awaited sat in the living-room in a little villa at Edgewater. And a slim young nurse stood beside him, cool and composed in her immaculate uniform, watching the play of light and shadow on a woman who lay asleep on the couch, fresh, young face flushed and upturned, a child's doll cradled between arm and breast. * * * * * "How long has she been asleep?" asked Selwyn under his breath.