Good-night, dear; you look tired, too.

It's a nice thing to have friends, I know; but, oh, what a relief it is sometimes to get rid of them!" She kissed him, and let him go.
Left by himself, to compare his wife's innocent mistake with the terrible enlightenment that awaited her, Linley's courage failed him.

He leaned on the quaintly-carved rail that protected the outer side of the landing, and looked down at the stone hall far below.

If the old woodwork (he thought) would only give way under his weight, there would be an escape from the coming catastrophe, found in an instant.
A timely remembrance of Sydney recalled him to himself.

For her sake, he was bound to prevent Mrs.Presty's contemplated interview with his wife on the next morning.
Descending the stairs, he met his brother in the corridor on the first floor.
"The very man I want to see," Randal said.