His face was all that she could still dwell upon with the old desire; nay, even that had suffered a change.
Insensibly the minutes went by.

Whilst she sat in the waiting-room her train started; and when she had become aware of that, her irresolution grew more tormenting.
Suddenly there came upon her a feeling of illness, of nausea.
Perspiration broke out on her forehead; her eyes dazzled; she had to let her head fall back.

It passed, but in a minute or two the fit again seized her, and with a moan she lost consciousness.
Two or three women who were in the room rendered assistance.

The remarks they exchanged, though expressing uncertainty and discreetly ambiguous, would have been significant to Monica.

On her recovery, which took place in a few moments, she at once started up, and with hurried thanks to those about her, listening to nothing that was said and answering no inquiry, went out on to the platform.