She covered her face with her hands, in an attitude of deep perplexity.
They knew she was wrestling with the impulse to take them wholly into confidence.
At last she spoke: "I cannot tell you," she said, "how comforting your words are.

If you, a stranger, can estimate the truth so nearly, why should I torture myself because my husband is outrageously unjust?
I will follow your counsel, Mr.
Brett.

If possible, Nellie and I will leave here to-morrow.

Perhaps Mrs.
Eastham may be able to come with us to town.

Will you order my carriage?
A drive will do me good.