But he had recovered himself.
The golden colour and the dancing lights were gone.

Cold and grey and glittering they were as he bowed brusquely and turned away.
"I am afraid," she whispered, with a shiver.

"I am so afraid." I, too, was afraid, and what of my discovery of how much she meant to me my mind was in a turmoil; but, I succeeded in answering quite calmly: "All will come right, Miss Brewster.

Trust me, it will come right." She answered with a grateful little smile that sent my heart pounding, and started to descend the companion-stairs.
For a long while I remained standing where she had left me.

There was imperative need to adjust myself, to consider the significance of the changed aspect of things.