She was quoting from her first great part.

I thought--but, perhaps, I was mistaken--that all her utterances were quotations from her first great part.

Her husband looked at his watch.
"Are you coming to this confounded flower show ?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, turning her mysterious eyes upon him, "I'll go and get ready." She disappeared through an inner door.

I expected to hear the pistol-shot and the heavy fall from the next room.

I forgot that it was not the end of the fifth act.
Fox put my manuscript into his breast pocket.
"Come along, Granger," he said to me, "I want to speak to you.