That she was acting distress and penitence he could hardly believe; indeed, there was no necessity to accuse her of dishonest behaviour.
The trivial concealment between him and her amounted to nothing, did not alter the facts of the situation.

But what could be at the root of her seemingly so foolish existence?
Emmeline held to the view that she was in love with the man Cobb, though perhaps unwilling to admit it, even in her own silly mind.

It might be so, and, _if_ so, it made her more interesting; for one was tempted to think that Louise had not the power of loving at all.

Yet, for his own part, he couldn't help liking her; the eyes that had looked into his at the station haunted him a little, and would not let him think of her contemptuously.

But what a woman to make ones wife! Unless--unless-- Louise had gone into the house.