There was no trouble he would not take for him.

And gradually, silently, proudly, she allowed him to take less and less for herself.
Once or twice Arthur Delaine's clumsy hints occurred to her.

Was there, indeed, some private matter weighing on the young man's mind?
She would not allow herself to speculate upon it; though she could not help watching the relation between the two men with some curiosity.

It was polite enough; but there was certainly no cordiality in it; and once or twice she suspected a hidden understanding.
Delaine meanwhile felt a kind of dull satisfaction in the turn of events.

The intimacy between Anderson and Lady Merton had clearly been checked, or was at least not advancing.