"P'r'aps you will wait for me here." And with that he relinquished her arm, and made his halting, difficult way across the room to the door.
Anne sat down before the fire to wait.

She had, to a large extent, recovered her self-control, but a deadly weariness was upon her which she found it impossible to shake off.

She kept it at bay for a time while she listened for any sound.

But no sound came, and at length exhausted nature prevailed.
When Lucas came back she was sunk in her chair asleep.
He took up his stand near her while he waited for the doctor, and again that deep furrow showed between his brows.

But the eyes that watched her were soft and tender as a woman's.