There were moments when, more than at others, for some reason, he heard her step on the staircase and her cry in the hall.

If he nevertheless played freely with the idea with which we have shown him as occupied it wasn't that in all palpable ways he didn't sacrifice so far as mortally possible to stillness.

He only hovered, ever so lightly, to take up again his thread.

She wouldn't hear of his leaving her, of his being in the least fit again, as she said, to travel.

She spoke of the journey to London--which was in fact a matter of many hours--as an experiment fraught with lurking complications.