She was pathetically anxious not to be impatient.

She said she knew there were so many reasons for delay when people were in foreign countries and very much occupied." "There are many reasons, I daresay," said Mrs.Warren with a touch of bitterness," but they are not usually the ones given to waiting, desperate women." Dr.Warren stood upon the hearthrug and gazed into the fire, knitting his brows.
"She wanted to tell or ask me something this afternoon," he said, "but she was afraid.

She looked like a good child in great trouble.

I think she will speak before long." She looked more and more like a good child in trouble as time passed.
Mail after mail came in, and she received no letter.

She did not understand, and her fresh colour died away.