So far as I knew, the affair was very sudden, and I felt sorry for my brother as well as for myself.
We sat together in the study, he on an arm-chair drawn near the fire and I on the couch.

I cannot say now at what time I began to have an inkling that there was something wrong.

It came upon me gradually and made me very uncomfortable, though of course I did not show this.

I heard people going up and down stairs, but I was not at that time naturally suspicious.

Comparatively early in the evening I felt that my brother had something on his mind.