I think that very possible.

But I don't believe the affair to be half so bad as represented." While this conversation was going on Mrs.Abercrombie sat alone in her room.

She had walked the floor restlessly as the time drew near for the general's return, but after the hour went by, and there was no sign of his coming, all the life seemed to go out of her.

She was sitting now, or rather crouching down, in a large cushioned chair, her face white and still and her eyes fixed in a kind of frightened stare.
Time passed, but she remained so motionless that but for her wide-open eyes you would have thought her asleep or dead.
No one intruded upon her during the brief afternoon; and when darkness shut in, she was still sitting where she had dropped down nerveless from mental pain.

After it grew dark Mrs.Abercrombie arose, lighted the gas and drew the window curtains.