She must guard herself against showing any emotion over it.
They each sank down into chairs beside the fire with sighs of relief.
"Good Lord!" he said, as he put his hand to his forehead.

"What a hideous mockery the whole thing is, and not half over yet! I am afraid you must be tired.

You ought to go and rest until dinner--when, please be very magnificent and wear some of the jewels--part of them have come down from London on purpose, I think, beyond those you had at Montfitchet." "Yes, I will," she answered, listlessly, and began to pour out the tea, while he sat quite still staring into the fire, a look of utter weariness and discouragement upon his handsome face.
Everything about the whole thing was hurting him so, all the pleasure he had taken in the improvements and the things he had done, hoping to please her; and now, as he saw them about, each one stabbed him afresh.
She gave him his cup without a word.

She had remembered from Paris his tastes in cream and sugar; and then as the icy silence continued, she could bear it no longer.
"Tristram," she said, in as level a voice as she could.

At the sound of his name he looked at her startled.