He looked pale and worried.

The eyes of the two men met.

Henry's eyes asked a question.

Horace answered it.
"I am in such a devil of a mess as never man was yet, I believe," he said.
Henry nodded gravely.
"The worst of it is I can't tell a living mortal," Horace said, in a whisper.

"I am afraid even to think it." At dinner Rose sat with her face averted from Horace.