Therefore she awaited his coming with nervous trepidation.
He came in as if nothing had happened.

He sank with every symptom of comfortable assurance into the opposite arm-chair.

And he asked no more formidable question than, "How's your headache ?" "Better, thank you." "That's all right." He did not look at her, but his eyes were smiling as if at some agreeable thought or reminiscence.

He had apparently assumed that Anne had recovered, not only from her headache, but from its cause.

To Anne, tingling with the tension of a nervous crisis, this attitude was disconcerting.