That was the first event of which Philip took note; but Phoebe had come in unawares to him, with the intention of removing the breakfast things on her return from market, and seeing them unused, and knowing that Sylvia had sate up all night with her mother, she had gone back to the kitchen.

Philip had neither seen nor heard her.
Now Coulson came in, amazed at Hepburn's non-appearance in the shop.
'Why! Philip, what's ado?
How ill yo' look, man!' exclaimed he, thoroughly alarmed by Philip's ghastly appearance.

'What's the matter ?' 'I!' said Philip, slowly gathering his thoughts.

'Why should there be anything the matter ?' His instinct, quicker to act than his reason, made him shrink from his misery being noticed, much more made any subject for explanation or sympathy.
'There may be nothing the matter wi' thee,' said Coulson, 'but thou's the look of a corpse on thy face.

I was afeared something was wrong, for it's half-past nine, and thee so punctual!' He almost guarded Philip into the shop, and kept furtively watching him, and perplexing himself with Philip's odd, strange ways.
Hester, too, observed the heavy broken-down expression on Philip's ashen face, and her heart ached for him; but after that first glance, which told her so much, she avoided all appearance of noticing or watching.