But I think that it was the terrible death of his friend Mr.Carfax--I think that that had preyed upon his mind." "No, Mrs.Craven, it was more than that.

He was unhappy because he knew that it was I that had killed Carfax." He saw a little movement pass over her--her hand trembled against her dress.

For some time they sat together there in silence, and the red sun slipped down behind the fields; the room was suddenly dark except for the yellow pool of light that the candles made and for the strange gleam by the window that came from the snow.
At last she said, "Now I understand--now I understand." "I killed him in anger--it was quite fair.

No one had any idea except Rupert, but everything helped to show him that it was I.When he saw that I loved Margaret he was very unhappy.

He saw that we had some kind of understanding together and he thought that I had told you and that you sympathize with me.