There was just time to catch the train now departing for Herne Hill.
She explained her fainting fit by the hours of agitation through which she had passed.

There was no room for surprise.

She had suffered indescribably, and still suffered.

Her wish was to get back into the quietness of home, to rest and to lose herself in sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * On entering, she saw nothing of her husband.

His hat hung on the hall-tree, and he was perhaps sitting in the library; the more genial temper would account for his not coming forth at once to meet her, as had been his custom when she returned from an absence alone.
She changed her dress, and disguised as far as was possible the traces of suffering on her features.