She looked ten years older than on the day previous.
No one saw her during the morning.

At dinner-time their places were vacant at the table.
"Where are the general and his wife ?" was asked as time passed and they did not make their appearance.
No one had seen either of them since breakfast.
Mrs.Craig knew that Mrs.Abercrombie had not been out of her room all the morning, but she did not feel inclined to take part in the conversation, and so said nothing.
"I saw the general going into the Clarendon about two o'clock," said a gentleman.

"He's dining with some friend, most probably." "I hear," remarked another, "that he acted rather strangely at Mr.
Birtwell's last night." Every ear pricked up at this.
"How ?" "In what way ?" "Tell us about it," came in quick response to the speaker's words.
"I didn't get anything like a clear story.

But there was some trouble about his wife." "About his wife ?" Faces looked eagerly down and across the table.
"What about his wife ?" came from half a dozen lips.
"He thought some one too intimate with her, I believe.

A brother officer, if I am not mistaken.