She resolved that she would talk it over with Sir Thomas.

But the subject was one so full of pain, and he was so ill, and therefore she had put it off.
And now she saw that the injury was done.

Nevertheless, she said nothing either to Emmeline or to Herbert.

If the injury were done, what good could now result from talking?
She doubtless would hear it all soon enough.

So she sat still, watching them.
On the following morning Sir Thomas did not come out to breakfast.
Herbert went into his room quite early, as was always his custom; and as he left it for the breakfast-parlour he said, "Father, I should like to speak to you just now about something of importance." "Something of importance, Herbert; what is it?
Anything wrong ?" For Sir Thomas was nervous, and easily frightened.
"Oh dear, no; nothing is wrong.