She gave no reason and Wilfrid did not question her.

When they were in the carriage she said the draught had been too severe.

Wilfrid kept silence; he was troubled by inexplicable misgivings.
Servants hastened to light the drawing-room on their arrival earlier than was expected.

Emily threw off her wraps and seated herself near the fire.
'Do you suffer from the chill ?' Wilfrid asked, approaching her as if with diffidence.
She turned her face to him, gazing with the sadness which was so much more natural to her than the joy of two hours ago.
'It was not the draught that made me come away,' she said with gentle directness.

'I must tell you what it was, Wilfrid.