'I could not.

I have twenty minutes longer.

I can find my way to the station; it is almost a straight road out of the park-gates.' His heart swelled with anger at the household for they treatment she had been subjected to, judging by her resolve not to break bread in the house.
They resumed their silent sitting.

The intervals for a word to pass between them were long, and the ticking of the time-piece fronting the death-bed ruled the chamber, scarcely varied.
The lamp was raised for the final look, the leave-taking.
Dacier buried his face, thinking many things--the common multitude in insurrection.
'A servant should be told to come now,' she said.

'I have only to put on my bonnet and I am ready.' 'You will take no... ?' 'Nothing.' 'It is not too late for a carriage to be ordered.' 'No--the walk!' They separated.
He roused the two women in the dressing-room, asleep with heads against the wall.