"Oh, she's very well, thank you. She lives in London now."
"Then your father has retired from--"
"He is dead,--didn't you hear?"
"No." Eileen sat in shocked silence. "I am sorry," she murmured at
length. But underneath this mild shock she was conscious--as they rolled
on without speaking--of a new ease that had come into her life: some
immense relaxation of tension. "A hunted criminal must breathe more
calmly when he is caught," she thought.