Then he came on--his ruddy face white with suppressed emotion, his eyes fixed on his mother.
"You here!" he said to her.
"How do you do, Eustace ?" she quietly rejoined.

"Have _you_ heard of your aunt's illness too?
Did you know she was staying at Ramsgate ?" He made no answer.

The landlady, drawing the inevitable inference from the words that she had just heard, looked from me to my mother-in-law in a state of amazement, which paralyzed even her tongue.

I waited with my eyes on my husband, to see what he would do.

If he had delayed acknowledging me another moment, the whole future course of my life might have been altered--I should have despised him.
He did _not_ delay.