I know EVERYTHING; and now I've got to settle in my own mind how things are to go on.' She went very white and repeated dully: 'How--things--are to go on ?' 'Between you and me.

You don't imagine, do you, that they can go on the same ?' 'No,' she retorted with spirit, 'certainly they can't go on the same.' Maggie had come along the veranda and was at the French window.
'Mr Harris says he's ready, sir, and the horses....' 'All right.' McKeith went out of the door, but turned and paused as if he were going to speak to his wife.

But he thought better of it and walked rapidly away--perhaps because she avoided his look.
She supposed that he was infuriated with her because of her part in Wombo's escape, and she thought his anger unjust.

No doubt, too, he suspected Maule's connivance, and she knew that he was furiously jealous of Maule.

But surely he would understand that she must have sent Maule away.