She herself had been much moved by the sad occurrence; every one in the Kurhaus was more or less upset; and there was a thoughtful, anxious expression on more than one ordinarily thoughtless face.

The little French danseuse was quiet: the Portuguese ladies were decidedly tearful, the vulgar German Baroness was quite depressed: the comedian at the Belgian table ate his dinner in silence.

In fact, there was a weight pressing down on all.

Was it really possible, thought Bernardine, that Robert Allitsen was the only one there unconcerned and unmoved?
She had seen him in a different light amongst his friends, the country folk, but it was just a glimpse which had not lasted long.

The young- heartedness, the geniality, the sympathy which had so astonished her during their day's outing, astonished her still more by their total disappearance.