The full meaning of his position was growing upon him; it made a ferment in his mind.
'Mr.Yottle!' Adela exclaimed in astonishment.

'You think it possible that he--Oh, that is folly!' Yes, it was folly; her voice assured him of it, proclaiming at the same time the folly of his whole doubt.

It was falling to pieces, and, as it fell, disclosing the image of his fate, inexorable, inconceivable.
He stood for more than five minutes in silence.

Then he drew a little nearer to her, and asked in an unsteady voice: 'Are you glad of this ?' 'Glad of it ?' she repeated under her breath.
'Yes; shall you be glad to see me lose everything ?' 'You cannot wish to keep what belongs to others.

In that sense I think we ought to be glad that the will is found.' She spoke so coldly that he drew away from her again.