You will, please, keep me regularly informed ?' She broke into sobs.
Weyburn talked on of the school, for a cover to the resuming of her fallen mask, as he fancied it.
She soon recovered, all save a steady voice for converse, and begged him to proceed, and spoke in the flow of the subject; but the quaver of her tones was a cause of further melting.

The tears poured, she could not explain why, beyond assuring him that they were no sign of unhappiness.
Winds on the great waters against a strong tidal current beat up the wave and shear and wing the spray, as in Aminta's bosom.

Only she could know that it was not her heart weeping, though she had grounds for a woman's weeping.

But she alone could be aware of her heart's running counter to the tears.
Her agitation was untimely.

Both Mrs.Pagnell and Mr.Morsfield observed emotion at work.