She must have wept for hours.
'He has been taking morphia--he couldn't sleep well--and then his neuralgia.

The girl found him this morning, at seven o'clock--there.' She pointed to the couch.
'You mean that he had taken an overdose--by accident----' 'It _must_ have been so.

He had to work late--and then he must have lain down to sleep.' 'Why here ?' 'A flood of anguish whelmed her.

She uttered a long moan, all the more terrible for its subdual to a sound that could not pass beyond the room.

Her struggle for self-command made her suffering only the more impressive, the more grievous to behold.' 'Mr.Rolfe, I sent for you because you are his old friend.