Now and then, when they met alone, she upbraided him bitterly.

On the whole, however, he concluded that they had agreed to bury an ugly chapter in their lives.
Yes, it was an ugly chapter.

From such you cannot get away, bury it, as you will, never so deep.
"And all the time remember," he said, "that I was mad for Betty.

The more shy she was, the madder I grew.

I could not rest in Wellingsford without her.