No such opportunity had ever occurred before or was likely to occur again, her aunts being absent and even old William nowhere about.

It made the chance one in a thousand.

So she agreed, and determined to force herself to endure the pain which going back would cause her.
She was perfectly silent all the way from London to Upminster--and Mr.
Carlyon watched her furtively.

He knew very well what was passing in her mind, and admired the will which suppressed the expression of it.

She grew very pale indeed in the station-fly when they passed the gates of Wendover.