He said afterwards that those dry, tearless eyes smote him to the heart.
"Why does she sob so, Mr Halifax?
Papa will be better tomorrow, I am sure." "I HOPE so," he answered, dwelling on the word; "we should always hope to the very last." "The last ?" with a quick, startled glance.
"And then we can only trust." Something more than the MERE words struck her.

She examined him closely for a minute.
"You mean--yes--I understand what you mean.

But you are mistaken.

The doctor would have told me--if--if--" she shivered, and left the sentence unfinished.
"Dr.Brown was afraid--we were all afraid," broke in Mrs.Tod, sobbing.
"Only Mr.Halifax, he said--" Miss March turned abruptly to John.

That woeful gaze of hers could be answered by no words.