Perhaps she had given him no opportunity, no encouragement, to say all he felt; she knew him to be reserved in many things.
As she entered the house the dizziness again troubled her.

But it passed as before.
Mr.Keene, who had stayed over-night, was waiting to take leave of her; the trap which would carry him to Agworth station had just driven up.
Adela surprised the poor journalist by the warmth with which she shook his hand, and the kindness of her farewell.

She was not deceived as to the motive of his visit, and just now she allowed herself to feel sympathy for him, though in truth she did not like the man.
This morning she could not settle to her work.

The dreaming mood was upon her, and she appeared rather to encourage it, seeking a quiet corner of the garden and watching for a whole hour the sun-dappled trunk of a great elm.

At times her face seemed itself to be a source of light, so vivid were the thoughts that transformed it Her eyes were moist once or twice, and then no dream of artist-soul ever embodied such passionate loveliness, such holy awe, as came to view upon her countenance.