And sometimes he did more than was strictly required, but never less.

Toward sundown she began to feel blindly for her handkerchief.

He happened to possess a fresh one and put it into her groping hand.
When she was ready to rise she did so, keeping her back toward him and standing for a while busy with her swollen eyes and disordered hair.
"Before we go we must have tea together again," he said with perfectly matter-of-fact cordiality.
"Y-yes." The voice was very, very small.
"And in town, too, Sylvia.

I had no idea what a companionable girl you are--how much we have in common.

You know silence is the great test of mutual confidence and understanding.