Chapter 57

Suddenly she stooped, and very lightly and softly kissed him on the brow. He sprang to his feet and said hoarsely: ‘You’re very kindly welcome—Mrs. Elmer!’ and staggered to the door. And Gillian, with her hands clasping the polished wood of the piano, sobbed until it grew dark, and her father came in, and she ran away to wash her face that he might not see the traces of tears. ‘And that’s got to last for all our lives!’ she said to herself. ‘It’s got to last a hundred thousand years!’ * * * * …