Already the New Life was passing into the life of memory, while she told herself that it could not pass.

It takes so much to make a strong man cry, you know.

When doubts came, she always fell back on the argument from tears.
He was reading to her one evening after she had gone tired to bed (reading was so much easier than talking), when Mrs.Nevill Tyson, whose attention wandered dreadfully, interrupted him.
"Nevill--you remember that night when the accident happened?
I mean--just before the fire ?" He moaned out an incoherent assent.
"And you remember what you thought ?" His only answer was a nervous movement of his feet.
"Well, I've often wanted to tell you about that.

I know you didn't really think there was anything between me and Louis, but--" "Of course I didn't." "I know--really.

Still it might have made a difference.