It was by mere chance, as I came away from Bunce's house.

I told her I was leaving town next day, and I said good-bye to her.

Again, not a syllable was uttered that any one might not have heard.' 'Were you coming away from her, then, when I saw you ?' Gilbert asked, in a hard voice.
'No, not straight from her.' As is wont to be the case with us when we have recourse to equivocation, Egremont thought that he read in his rival's countenance a scornful surmise of the truth.

As is also wont to happen, this sense of detection heated his blood, and for a moment he could have found pleasure in flinging out an angry defiance.

But as he looked Grail in the face, the latter's eyes fell, and something, some slight movement of feature, touching once more Walter's sense of compassion, shamed him from unworthy utterance.