But the room was awfully stuffy.

There were a lot of those horrible, strong-smelling flowers about everywhere, and she had actually a bunch of them round her neck.

I feared that the heavy odour would be too much for the dear child in her weak state, so I took them all away and opened a bit of the window to let in a little fresh air.

You will be pleased with her, I am sure." She moved off into her boudoir, where she usually breakfasted early.
As she had spoken, I watched the Professor's face, and saw it turn ashen gray.

He had been able to retain his self-command whilst the poor lady was present, for he knew her state and how mischievous a shock would be.