No wonder, then, that Leonard failed to guess her thoughts, as she watched him go from the death-bed.
Mr.Rodd died peacefully that evening, and on the following afternoon they buried him, Francisco performing the service.

Three more days passed before Leonard had any conversation with Juanna, who moved about the place, pale, self-contained, and silent.

Nor would he have spoken to her then had she not taken the initiative.
"Mr.Outram," she said, "when do you propose to start upon this journey ?" "Really, I do not know.

I am not sure that I shall start at all.

It depends upon you.