p life
at Sunnyside--interviewed Jane Crab, read the newspapers to Mrs. Selwyn,
accomplished the necessary shopping in the town, each and all with a
mind that was only superficially concerned with the matter in hand,
while, behind this screen of commonplace routine, she felt as though her
soul were struggling impotently to release itself from the bonds which
had bound it in a tyranny of anguish for twelve long months.

In the afternoon, she paid a visit to the Convalescent Hospital. She
made a practice of going there at least once a day and giving what
assistance she could. Frequently she relieved Miles of part of his
secretarial work, or checked through with him the invoices of goods
received. There were always plenty of odd jobs to be done, and, after
her strenuous work in France, she found it utterly impossible to settle
down to the life of masterly inactivity which Selwyn had prescribed for
her.

Audrey greeted her with a little flurry of excitement.

"Do you know that there was a Zepp over Oldhampton last night?" she
asked, as they went upstairs together. "Did you hear it?"

Sara shook her head. The memory of the previous night surged over her
like the memory of a vivid dream--the absolute assurance it had brought
her of Garth's innocence, an assurance which had grown vague and
doubtful with the daylight, just as the happenings of a dream grow
blurred and indistinct.

"No, I didn't hear anything," she replied absently. "Did they do much
damage? I suppose they were after the munitions factory?"

"Yes. They dropped one bomb, that's all. It fell in a field, luckily.
But goodness knows how they got over without any one's spotting
them! Everybody's asking where our search-lights were. As for our
anti-aircraft guns, they've never had the opportunity yet to do
anything more than try our nerves by practicing! And last night a golden
opportunity came and went unobserved."

"The milkman was babbling to Jane about Zeppelins this morning, but I
thought it was probably only the result of overnight potations at 'The
Jolly Sailorman.'"

"No, it was the real thing--'made in Germany,'" smiled Audrey. "I begin
to feel as if we were quite the hub of the universe, now that the Zepps
have acknowledged our existence."

They paused outside the door of the room allotted to her husband's
activities.

"Miles will be glad to see you to-day," she pursued. "He's bemoaning
a new manifestation of war-fever among the feminine populat