Unravelled Knots by Emma Orczy — Read

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-"The luncheon interval gave us all a respite from tension that had kept our nerves strung up all morning. I don't think that Philip Ashley, for one, ate much lunch that day. I noticed, by the way, that he and Mr. Oldwall went off together, whilst Mr and Mrs. Triscott took kindly charge of poor Charles. I caught sight of the three of them subsequently in a blameless tea--shop. Charles was indeed a pathetic picture to look upon; he looked the sort of man who lives on his nerves, with no flesh on his poor misshapen bones, and a hungry craving expression in his eyes, as in those of an under--fed dog.