But there were no reproaches, not even any explanations, which are about as bad between lovers.

There was nothing but an undefined feeling on his side that she did not cling quite so closely to him, perhaps, as he had once thought, and that, if he had happened to have been drowned that day when he went down with the beautiful young woman, it was just conceivable that Susan, who would have cried dreadfully, no doubt, would in time have listened to consolation from some other young man,--possibly from the young poet whose verses he had been admiring.

Easy-crying widows take new husbands soonest; there is nothing like wet weather for transplanting, as Master Gridley used to say.

Susan had a fluent natural gift for tears, as Clement well knew, after the exercise of which she used to brighten up like the rose which had been washed, just washed in a shower, mentioned by Cowper.
As for the poet, he learned more of his own sentiments during this visit of Clement's than he had ever before known.

He wandered about with a dreadfully disconsolate look upon his countenance.