I may as well hold my tongue," he replied.
"In themselves they don't seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously.

Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space.
"And we might be so happy, Katharine!" he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his.

She withdrew it directly.
"As long as you let yourself feel like this we shall never be happy," she said.
The harshness, which Henry had noticed, was again unmistakable in her manner.

William flinched and was silent.

Such severity, accompanied by something indescribably cold and impersonal in her manner, had constantly been meted out to him during the last few days, always in the company of others.