She nodded gravely.

A load of dusky wonders and speculations pressed at her bosom.

She disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her.
Mrs.Blathenoy, resolving, that despite the jealousy she excited, she would have her friend in Captain Fenellan, whom she liked--liked, she was sure, quite as innocently as any other woman of his acquaintance did, departed and she hugged her innocence defiantly, with the mournful pride which will sometimes act as a solvent.
A remark or two passed among the company upon her pretty face.
Nataly murmured to Colney: 'Is there anything of Dartrey's wife ?' 'Dead,' he answered.
'When ?' 'Months back.

I had it from Simeon.

You didn't hear ?' She shook her head.