He was standing near his bed, his back to the door, his hands clenched.
"I say, come out again--just as though nothing had happened.

No one noticed anything, only I...." He turned to me, his face working and with a passionate gesture, in a voice that choked over the words, he cried: "She should not have said it.

She should not ...

every one there....

She knew how it would wound me....