One chair there was in the room which no one ever used, though at evening it was always put in a particular position, between the table and the fireplace.

Gilbert kept his hand on the back of it as he talked.
Ackroyd railed against the Bowers.

Gilbert did not seem able to express very strong feeling, even when he had heard all that the other knew and suspected; his brows darkened, however, and he was anxious on Lydia's account.
An oppressive silence had fallen upon the three, when at length they heard the front-door open.
'Would you like mother to go upstairs to her and tell her ?' Gilbert asked.
'I should.

It would be kind of you, Mrs.Grail.But only just speak as if it was an accident; I wouldn't say anything else.' Mrs.Grail left the room without speaking.

She returned in a few minutes, and, leaving the door a little open, said in her very low, tremulous voice, that Lydia was waiting in the passage.