He took the chair to which she had pointed, with a strange contradiction of expression in his face: the tears were in his eyes, while the brows above were knit close in an angry frown.

He muttered to himself, 'Damn him!' She rallied her courage, and looked at him again when she spoke.
'Well, Henry, and why are you going away ?' 'I am out of spirits, Agnes, and I want a change.' She paused before she spoke again.

His face told her plainly that he was thinking of her when he made that reply.

She was grateful to him, but her mind was not with him: her mind was still with the man who had deserted her.

She turned round again to the fire.
'Is it true,' she asked, after a long silence, 'that they have been married to-day ?' He answered ungraciously in the one necessary word:--'Yes.' 'Did you go to the church ?' He resented the question with an expression of indignant surprise.