"When I am away from you, I am dumb.

What I suffer no one knows.

I keep it to myself." She nodded, a little contemptuously.
"I suppose you do your best," she declared.

"Tell me, now, what is this fresh thing which has disturbed you ?" Her visitor stared at her.
"Does there need to be any fresh thing ?" he muttered.
"I suppose it is something about Wenham ?" she asked.
The man shivered.

He opened his lips and closed them again.