When they had been seated for a minute or two, neither speaking, Sidney turned to his companion with a grave look.

At the same instant Michael also had raised his eyes and seemed on the point of saying something of importance.

They regarded each other.

The old man's face was set in an expression of profound feeling, and his lips moved tremulously before words rose to them.
'What were you going to say, Sidney ?' he asked, reading the other's features.
'Something which I hope won't be displeasing to you.

I was going to speak of Jane.