There is one this evening, I understand,
which you could go by if you wished it."
Bill gazed with open mouth at Antony. He had no words in his
vocabulary to express what he wanted to say, other than those the
Major had already used. Betty was leaning across to Miss Norris
and saying, "Who's killed?" in an awe-struck voice, and Miss
Norris, who was instinctively looking as tragic as she looked on
the stage when a messenger announced the death of one of the
cast, stopped for a moment in order to explain. Mrs. Calladine
was quietly mistress of herself.
"We shall be in the way, yes, I quite understand," she said; "but
we can't just shake the dust of the place off our shoes because
something terrible has happened there. I must see Mark, and we
can arrange later what to do. He must know how very deeply we
feel for him. Perhaps we--" she hesitated.
"The Major and I might be useful anyway," said Bill. "Isn't that
what you mean, Mrs. Calladine?"
"Where is Mark?" said the Major suddenly, looking hard at Antony.
Antony looked back unwaveringly--and said nothing.
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