Mr.Laverick," she went on, with an appealing glance at him, "I have never seen any one look like it.

He was terrified to death.
Something seemed to have happened which had taken away from him even the power of speech.

He pushed past me into this room, threw himself into that chair," she added, pointing across the room, "and he sobbed and beat his hands upon his knees as though he were a woman in a fit of hysterics.

His clothes were all untidy, he was as pale as death, and his eyes looked as though they were ready to start out of his head." "You must indeed have been frightened," Laverick said softly.
"Frightened! I shall never forget it! I did not sleep all night.
He would tell me nothing--he has scarcely spoken a sensible word.
Early this morning I persuaded him to go upstairs, and made him lie down.

He has taken two draughts which I bought from the chemist, but he has not slept.