Her hair, soft and naturally wavy, was brushed too resolutely back; her smile, which was always charming, she suffered to appear only at the rarest intervals.
She suggested a life of repression, and with his knowledge of the Bullsom menage he was able to surmise some glimmering of the truth.
"You are right," he declared.

"I think that I can understand what your feeling must be.

I am sure I wish you luck." The touch of sympathy helped her to unbend.

She glanced towards him kindly.
"Thank you," she said.

"Of course there will be difficulties.