Mrs.Ransom desired secrecy.

She had every right to demand it of me." Mr.Ransom's face fell.

Hope had flashed upon him only to disappear again.

The lawyer eyed him out of the corner of his eye, his mouth working slightly as he walked to and fro between his desk and the door.
"Mrs.Ransom will not always feel herself hampered by a sister, or, if you prefer it, a brother who has so inconveniently come back from the dead.

You will have the pleasure of her society some day.