It was late, and we were alone together--for the first time.
'I kept my eyes carefully from him at first, for I knew what he little thought--and I gloried in the knowledge--that the light of madness gleamed from them like fire.

We sat in silence for a few minutes.

He spoke at last.

My recent dissipation, and strange remarks, made so soon after his sister's death, were an insult to her memory.

Coupling together many circumstances which had at first escaped his observation, he thought I had not treated her well.