As I looked, uncertain whether to do or say more, she slowly turned herself in bed, and lay with her face to the wall; and, as if that did not shut out the light of day and the busy, happy world enough, she put out her trembling hands, and covered her face with her handkerchief.

There was no violence: hardly any sound.
"I told her what my lord had said about Clement's coming in some day, and taking us all by surprise.

I did not believe it myself, but it was just possible,--and I had nothing else to say.

Pity, to one who was striving so hard to conceal her feelings, would have been impertinent.

She let me talk; but she did not reply.