She was not well.

Yesterday she had fainted.
"Was there any disturbing reason for the faint ?" he inquired.
"It was because I was--very much disappointed," she answered, hesitating.

"I had a letter which--It was not what I expected." She was thinking desperately.

She could understand nothing.

It was not explainable that what she had written did not matter at all, that James should have made no reply.
"I was awake all night," she added.
"That must not go on," he said.
"I was thinking--and thinking," nervously.
"I can see that," was his answer.
Perhaps she ought to have courage to say nothing.