Neither she nor Fritz made any objection to my leaving them, to return to the office before post-time.

I wrote to Mr.
Engelman before I left my desk that evening.
Recalling those memorable days of my early life, I remember that a strange and sinister depression pervaded our little household, from the time when Mr.Engelman left us.
In some mysterious way the bonds of sympathy, by which we had been hitherto more or less united, seemed to slacken and fall away.

We lived on perfectly good terms with one another; but there was an unrecognized decrease of confidence among us, which I for one felt sometimes almost painfully.

An unwholesome atmosphere of distrust enveloped us.

Mr.Keller only believed, under reserve, that Madame Fontaine's persistent low spirits were really attributable, as she said, to nothing more important than nervous headaches.