Chapter VI

Mrs. Lovelace and Linda moved from the big silent house to Hammersmith in a cold wind and a driving rain. The last look Linda had of the home where she had known so much sorrow, was through the rain-spattered window of a hired cab, as they trundled slowly away from it through the cheerless afternoon. There were two big trunks on top of the cab, and various small parcels inside. “I wonder if we’ve got everything,” Mrs. Lovelace said for the twentieth time. Her eyes were red with weeping: not because she had ever kno…