There's more back of this than Charley would want you to know.

I reckon he's got his enemies; some one's had a grudge against him and taken this way to settle it." The planter's tone and manner were charged with an unpleasant significance.
"I don't like your hints, Tom," said Betty.

Her heightened color and the light in her eyes warned Tom that he had said enough.

In some haste he finished his second cup of tea, a beverage which he despised, and after a desultory remark or two, withdrew to his office.
Betty went up-stairs to her own room, where she tried to finish a letter she had begun the day before to Judith Ferris, but she was in no mood for this.

She was owning to a sense of utter depression and she had been at home less than a month.