Chapter 24

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​⁠Philippa, even for some moments after the departure of Captain Griffiths and his myrmidons, remained in a sort of nerveless trance. The crisis, with its bewildering denouement, had affected her curiously. Lessingham rose presently to his feet.

“I wonder,” he asked, “if I could have a whisky and soda?”

She stamped her foot at him in a little fit of hysterical passion.

“You're not natural!” she cried.