And his silence--the looks of tender pity he sent her when he thought he was unobserved, what could they mean but that his mediation had been in vain?
For some strange, cruel reason, although he loved her and he must know he was breaking her heart, her lover would have none of her.

Even the knowledge that he loved her ceased to be an anodyne in those days.
Everyone was so good to her.

She seemed to have found a way to the Dowager's arid heart, as her own son had not.

The Dowager seemed dimly aware that Nelly was suffering in some way, and was tender to her.

She came to the General with a proposal.