He felt that it would be well to listen again to the music of that strong heart whose pain had been his bliss.

He overcame his ignoble anxieties and went to the concert as to a sacred office.
Their seats, owing to lateness in applying for them, were not in the best part of the hall; immediately behind them was the first row of a cheaper section, and two men of indifferent behaviour were seated there within ear-shot; they were discussing the various names upon the programme as if for the enlightenment of their neighbours.

When Emily had been sitting for a few minutes, she found that it had been unwise to leave her mantle in the cloak-room; there was a bad draught.

Wilfrid went to recover it.

Whilst waiting, Emily became aware that the men behind her were talking of Miss Redwing; she listened.
'She's married, I think, eh ?' said one.
'Was to have been, you mean.