She was quiet enough when, at length, Philip was allowed to see her.

But he was half jealous of his child, when he watched how she could smile at it, while she never changed a muscle of her face at all he could do or say.
And of a piece with this extreme quietude and reserve was her behaviour to him when at length she had fully recovered, and was able to go about the house again.

Philip thought many a time of the words she had used long before--before their marriage.

Ominous words they were.
'It's not in me to forgive; I sometimes think it's not in me to forget.' Philip was tender even to humility in his conduct towards her.

But nothing stirred her from her fortress of reserve.