She was so dissatisfied with herself that she made a movement to turn back.
He was too bitterly disappointed, on his side, to attempt to prolong the interview.

A deadly sense of weakness was beginning to overpower him.

It was the inevitable result of his utter want of care for himself.

After a sleepless night, he had taken a long walk before breakfast; and to these demands on his failing reserves of strength, he had now added the fatigue of dawdling about a garden.

Physically and mentally he had no energy left.
"I didn't mean it," he said to Carmina sadly; "I am afraid I have offended you." "Oh, how little you know me," she cried, "if you think that!" This time their eyes met.