Presently she recommenced her dinner.
She had the air of one to whom a respite has been granted.

Tavernake, in a way, began to resent this continued silence of hers.

He had certainly hoped that she would at least have gone so far as to explain her anxiety to keep her whereabouts secret.
"You must remember," he went on, after a short pause, "that I am in a somewhat peculiar position with regard to you, Beatrice.

I know so little that I do not even know how to answer in your interests such questions as Mrs.Wenham Gardner asked me.

I am not complaining, but is this state of absolute ignorance necessary ?" A new thought seemed to come to Beatrice.