"He never speaks of her! There isn't a picture of her, of any sort, in the house.

He used to speak of her sometimes, I believe, to mother--of course she never said a word--but never, never, to anyone else.

It's quite clear that he wants to forget it altogether.

Well, you don't want to forget what made you happy.
And he says such bitter things often.

Oh, I'm sure it was a tragedy!" "Well--why doesn't he marry again ?" Geoffrey had turned over on his elbows, and seemed to be examining the performances of an ant who was trying to carry off a dead fly four times his size.
Helena did not answer immediately, and Geoffrey, looking up from the ant, was aware of conflicting expressions passing across her face.