Other society he had none, nor greatly desired any.
But Eve had as yet found no employment.

Good fortune in this respect seemed to have deserted her, and at her meetings with Hilliard she grew fretful over repeated disappointments.

Of her day-to-day life she made no complaint, but Hilliard saw too clearly that her spirits were failing beneath a burden of monotonous dulness.

That the healthy glow she had brought back in her cheeks should give way to pallor was no more than he had expected, but he watched with anxiety the return of mental symptoms which he had tried to cheat himself into believing would not reappear.

Eve did not fail in pleasant smiles, in hopeful words; but they cost her an effort which she lacked the art to conceal.
He felt a coldness in her, divined a struggle between conscience and inclination.