In the haste of his project he had not calculated upon a cry; but if one, why not more?
He soon ceased to essay an answer, for Hintock was dead to him already.

In half a dozen hours he would be out of its precincts for life, on his way to the antipodes.
He closed the window and lay down.
The hour which had brought these movements of Tim to birth had been operating actively elsewhere.

Awaiting in her father's house the minute of her appointment with her husband, Grace Fitzpiers deliberated on many things.

Should she inform her father before going out that the estrangement of herself and Edgar was not so complete as he had imagined, and deemed desirable for her happiness?
If she did so she must in some measure become the apologist of her husband, and she was not prepared to go so far.
As for him, he kept her in a mood of considerate gravity.

He certainly had changed.