"One day more of Paris?" he asked softly.

"Wouldn't it be better----?" she hesitated in the objection.

"Do you wish to break the journey in London?"

"No; let us go straight on."

"To-morrow, then?"

"I don't think we ought to put it off. The holiday is over."

Hilliard nodded with satisfaction. An incident of the street
occupied them for a few minutes, and their serious conversation was
only resumed when they had crossed to the south side of the river,
where they turned eastwards and went along the quays.

"Till I can find something to do," Eve said at length, "I shall live
at Dudley. Father will be very glad to have me there. He wished me
to stay longer."

"I am wondering whether it is really necessary for you to go back to
your drudgery."

"Oh, of course it is," she answered quickly. "I mustn't be idle.
That's the very worst thing for me. And how am I to live?"

"I have still plenty of money," said Hilliard, regarding her.

"No more than you will need."