He accordingly held his peace, but his upper lip set itself stiffly and his eyes had a combative expression which told his wife that there was something the matter.
After breakfast John went out, on pretence of walking in the garden, and Mr.and Mrs.Ambrose were left alone.

The latter, as usual after the morning meal, busied herself about the room, searching out those secret corners which she suspected Susan of having forgotten to dust.

The vicar stood looking out of the window.

The weather was grey and it seemed likely that there would be a thaw which would spoil the skating.
"I think," said Mrs.Ambrose, "that John is far from well." "What makes you say that ?" inquired the vicar, who was thinking of him at that very moment.
"Anybody might see it.

He has no appetite--he ate nothing at breakfast this morning.