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It was close upon eight o'clock when at last they reached the Langham
Hotel. Colonel Harris ordered the dinner to be served in the private
sitting room. Of course none of them could eat anything. Their inward
thoughts were following Luke de Mountford along that weary Calvary
which he had set himself to mount.

Soon after dinner Edie elected to go to bed. The poor child had a
vague desire to be alone, and also a vague, unhappy feeling that she
was in the way. She was quite woman enough now to understand how much
more acutely Louisa Harris must be suffering, than she was herself,
and since she--the sister--longed for solitude, how much keener must
be that longing in the heart of the woman who loved and had lost Luke.

So she went quietly off to bed. Louisa kissed her with real affection.
Edie seemed like something of Luke: like a tender bequest made by a
dying man.

After that she herself said "good night" to her father. Colonel Harris
was obviously in such acute distress that Louisa felt that, above all
things, he must have the companionship of those of his own sex. The
atmosphere of woman's sorrow was essentially bad for him. He was not a
young man, and the last two days had tried him very severely. Louisa
hoped that if she pretended to go to bed early, he would perhaps be
induced to go to his club for an hour.

If he only sat there for an hour, reading the papers, and nodding to
his many friends, it would take him out of himself.

"I am very tired, dear," she said, after she had seen Edie safely
tucked up amongst the blankets. "I think I'll follow Edie's good
example. It's no use sitting here, staring into the fire. Is it,
dear?"

"Not a bit of use, Lou. And I suppose you would like to be alone?"

"I shan't go to bed, dear, unless you go to the club."

"Very well, Lou. It seems the right thing to do, doesn't it? You go to
bed, and I'll go to the club for an hour. As you say, it's no use
sitting staring into the fire."

Her room gave on one side of the sitting room, and her father's on the
other. She waited until Colonel Harris went away, having helped him on
with his overcoat. After he left she felt a little twinge of remorse.
The night was cold and raw and he really had not wanted to go out. He
would have been quite willing to sit in front of the fire, smoking and
reading. He had only gone because his own innate kindliness and tact
had suggested to him that Louisa wished to remain alone.

He too, like