He was afraid of meeting her eyes; afraid as a generous man who shrinks from inflicting humiliation.

For was it conceivable that Rosamund could support his gaze without feeling humiliated?
Remembering what had preceded that discovery at the shop; bearing in mind what had followed upon it; he reflected with astonishment on the terms of her self-reproach.

It sounded so genuine; to the ears of her husband it must have been purest, womanliest sincerity.

As though she could read his thoughts, Rosamund addressed him again in the most naturally playful tone.
"And you have been in the Basque country since we saw you.

I'm so glad you really took your holiday there at last; you often used to speak of doing so.