It was not happy--it was not a free look.

There was something like troubled mental reservation in it--and when had there ever been mental reservation between them?
Oh, no--that must not--must not be _now_! Not now! He sat down with his cap in his hand as if he had forgotten to lay it aside or as if he were making a brief call.
"What has happened, Donal ?" she said.

"Have you come to tell me that-- ?" "No, not that--though that may come any moment now.

It is something else." "What else ?" "I don't know how to begin," he said.

"There has never been anything like this before.