Sad she had always been, and at her best despondent, with gleams of cheerfulness as fitful as brief.

But this evening her abandonment to her grief convinced him that something more than ordinary was amiss, that some danger more serious than ordinary threatened.

He felt no surprise therefore when, a little later, she arrested her sobbing, raised her head, and with suspended breath and tear-stained face listened with that scared intentness which had impressed him before.
She feared! He could not be mistaken.

Fear looked out of her strained eyes, fear hung breathless on her parted lips.

He was sure of it.