Complete Plays of John Galsworthy

ss, yet to think that he would be no more wholly dependent, no more that sacred thing, a helpless creature, brought her the sadness of a mother whose child no longer needs her. W

resent. She was very tired, too, now that all excitement was over-so tired that she hardly knew what she did or where she moved.

es of the valley; and every free niche in that room of boo

nds, having failed to find anything resembling a dressing-gown amongst her brother's austere clothing. The perfume

through the sleepy air, and became entwined, so that neither could withdraw that soft, slow, encountering glance. In mutual contentment, each to each, cl

s! Quite! And the doctor's eyes became perhaps a trifle more intense. Not a professional, he understood. It might be as well to have another nurse, if they were making the change. They would have this lady knocking up. Just so! Yes, he would see to that. An ambulance carriage he thought advisable. That could all be arranged for this afternoon-at once-he himself would look to it. They might take Lord Miltoun off just as he was; the men would know what to do. And when they had him at Valleys House, the moment he showed interest in his food, down to the sea-down to the sea! At this time of year nothing like it! Th

the ear; but while it slid on amongst the multitudinous traffic, signs of

aid suddenly, "that some

Eustace

answered; "she looks

ide

h had flushed pink. Yes, this daughter of hers was a woman

yours, Babs; let's hope i

bit he

And, what disaster? Mayn't they

mace. It was so exactly her

ning," she said; "you

ace

ed Barbara. "What good does it do to anyone? Mother, i

he happy voice of Barbara, that Lady Valleys involun

aid, "don't let's talk

Nothing sh

face had suddenly

child; it's

ered Barbara, "than being buried

ady Valleys

bulance carriage at four o'c

when you look at he

ned to them by M

ousness. A pretty creature, even lovely! But the quite genuine sympathy in her words: "I am truly grateful. You must be quite worn out,

was true; this woman wa

assage, she peered

wn back. Lady Valleys could not see her face; but she fel

eft, Babs; wasn't it

the

ha

going to throw away a f

ys, thoroughly distressed, "wh

s whispering girl-it was all queer,

le, but still with that look about his eyes and lips, which of all things in the worl

rather

a time you must have had! It's too ba

was, as usual, thor

perfect time-and have now

ady Valleys fidgeted from head to foot. A sudden impuls

rceived that mo

mother. I'm quite

o furtively. They hardly looked at one another, and when they did, their eyes baffled her. The expression was out

th a fur, had been taken down to the car

t be disconsolate. Go to bed and have a good long rest." And from the

nyma'-'Anonyma'-yes, it was quite the name." An

is it,

ra an

ilies." And, passing Lady Valleys,

ing-room, and going to the be

ver the white surface of the pillow. Stealing noiselessl