But there was much remorseful tenderness in the feelings that choked them.

Their silence would have been awkward but for the loquacity of Jane, who talked enough for all three.

Sir Charles was without, in the trap, waiting to drive Gertrude to the station.

Erskine intercepted her in the hall as she passed out, told her that he should be desolate when she was gone, and begged her to remember him, a simple petition which moved her a little, and caused her to note that his dark eyes had a pleading eloquence which she had observed before in the kangaroos at the Zoological Society's gardens.
On the way to the train Sir Charles worried the horse in order to be excused from conversation on the sore subject of his guest's sudden departure.

He had made a few remarks on the skittishness of young ponies, and on the weather, and that was all until they reached the station, a pretty building standing in the open country, with a view of the river from the platform.