I might have been deceived by the lamp-light; but I thought I saw a flash of expression under her heavy eyelids, charged with such intensity of angry suspicion that it startled me.

She was herself again, before I could decide whether to trust my own strong impression or not.
"Do I surprise you, David ?" she asked in her gentlest tones.

"I ought to be looking at the pictures, you think?
My friend! I can't always control my own sad recollections.

They will force themselves on me--sometimes when the most trifling associations call them up.

Dear Mr.Engelman understands me.