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 “Oh, yes. Don’t bother about me.”

“I think you’d better not wait for me this evening. I may be very late and I’ll something to eat from Colonel Yü.”

“Very well.”

He rose.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t try to do anything to-day. You’d better take it easy. Is there anything you want before I go?”

“No, thanks. I shall be quite all right.”

He paused for an instant, as though he were undecided, and then, abruptly and without looking at her, took his hat and walked out of the room. She heard him go through the compound. She felt terribly alone. There was no need for self-restraint now and she gave herself up to a passion of tears.

HE night was sultry and Kitty sat at the window looking at the fantastic roofs, dark against the starlight, of the Chinese temple, when at last Walter came in. Her eyes were heavy with weeping, but she was composed. Notwithstanding all there was to harass her she felt, perhaps only from exhaustion, strangely at peace.

“I thought you’d be already in bed,” said Walter as he came in.

“I wasn’t sleepy. I thought it cooler to sit up. Have you had any dinner?”

“All I want.”