But there was no comfort in her words.

What could _she_ say to reach with a healing power the wound from which his very life-blood was pouring.
"Don't talk! don't talk!" he said, pushing Irene away, with slight impatience of manner.

"I am heart-broken.

Words are nothing!" "Mr.Delancy," said Rose, now coming to his side, and laying a hand upon his arm, "you must not speak so to Irene.

This is not like you." There was a calmness of utterance and a firmness of manner which had their right effect.
"How have I spoken, Rose, dear?
What have I said ?" Mr.Delancy stopped and looked at Miss Carman in a rebuked, confused way, laying his hand upon his forehead at the same time.
"Not from yourself," answered Rose.
"Not from myself!" He repeated her words, as if his thoughts were still in a maze.