She waited for him to be warm and tender with her, instead of which he seemed hardly aware of her.
He sat in the railway-carriage, looking out, and was startled when she spoke to him.

He was not definitely thinking.

Things seemed as if they did not exist.

She went across to him.
"What is it dear ?" she asked.
"Nothing!" he said.

"Don't those windmill sails look monotonous ?" He sat holding her hand.