Her eyes had not closed since they last looked at him; he saw it, though the expression of her features was not weariness.
'There is one thing, Wilfrid, that I think I have a right to ask you.
Will you tell me why she left you, years ago ?' Her tone was that of one continuing a conversation.

There might have been no break between yesterday and to-day.

We cannot always gather from the voice what struggle has preceded utterance.
Wilfrid turned away.

On the table lay that letter of Emily's; he had read it many times, and was reading it when the knock disturbed him.
With a sudden movement, he took up the sheet of paper and held it to Beatrice.
'It is there--the reason.

I myself have only known it a few hours.