I saw Charles was watching her furtively, and I became more and more certain that Aurelia was right, and that Evelyn knew something about the mystery of the night before.

I must and would speak to her that very evening.
"Bitterly cold," said Ralph, when at last we had reached the dessert stage.

"It is snowing still, and the wind is getting up." In truth, the wind was moaning round the house like an uneasy spirit.
"That sound in the wind always means snow," said Charles, evidently for the sake of saying something.

"It is easterly, I should think.

Yes," after a pause, when another silence seemed imminent, "there goes the eight o'clock train.