He had finished them by half-past three.

Then he went to the drawing-room, but found it vacant.

He sought his wife's chamber.

Alice was endeavouring to read a novel, but there was recent tear-shedding about her eyes, which had not come of the author's pathos.
'You'll be a pretty picture soon if that goes on,' Rodman remarked, with a frankness which was sufficiently brutal in spite of his jesting tone.
'I can't think how you take it so lightly,' Alice replied with utter despondency, flinging the book aside.
'What's the good of taking it any other way?
Where's Adela ?' 'Adela ?' She looked at him as closely as her eyes would let her.

'Why do you want her ?' 'I asked you where she was.