It was easy enough now for her to achieve detachment, oblivion of Walter Majendie, to pour out her whole soul in the prayer for light: "Lighten our darkness, we beseech Thee, O Lord, and by Thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night." Her hands, as she prayed, were folded close over her eyes.

Having annihilated her husband, she was disagreeably astonished to find that he was there, that he had been there for some time, in the seat beside her.
He was sitting in what he took to be an attitude of extreme reverence, his head bowed and resting on his left arm, which was supported by the back of the seat in front of him.

His right arm embraced, unconsciously, Anne's muff.

Anne was vividly, painfully aware of him.

Over the crook of his elbow one eye looked up at her, bright, smiling with inextinguishable affection.