He knew what the effect of his speech must be, and felt that it would be folly to attempt excuse or explanation.

He put his hands into his pockets, leaned against the table, and looked at her, mutely wondering what would follow on her part.
The doctor broke the silence by saying tremulously, "I have communicated the melancholy intelligence to Mr.Trefusis." "I hope you told him also," she said sternly, "that, however deficient we may be in feeling, we did everything that lay in our power for our child." "I am quite satisfied," said Trefusis.
"No doubt you are--with the result," said Mrs.Jansenius, hardly.

"I wish to know whether you have anything to complain of." "Nothing." "Please do not imply that anything has happened through our neglect." "What have I to complain of?
She had a warm room and a luxurious bed to die in, with the best medical advice in the world.

Plenty of people are starving and freezing to-day that we may have the means to die fashionably; ask THEM if they have any cause for complaint.

Do you think I will wrangle over her body about the amount of money spent on her illness?
What measure is that of the cause she had for complaint?
I never grudged money to her--how could I, seeing that more than I can waste is given to me for nothing?
Or how could you?
Yet she had great reason to complain of me.