When he personally addressed her she spoke to him kindly, but briefly.

Something in her, at that moment, seemed to keep her apart, even from _him._ When the doctor proposed taking him back to Browndown, she did not insist, as I had anticipated, on going with them.

She took leave of him tenderly--but still she let him go.

While he yet lingered near the door, looking back at her, she moved away slowly to the further end of the room; self-withdrawn into her own dark world--shut up in her thoughts from him and from us.
The doctor tried to rouse her.
"You must not think too seriously of this," he said, following her to the window at which she stood, and dropping his voice so that Oscar could not hear him.

"He has himself told you that he feels lighter and better than he felt before the fit.