It is not enough that some must weep while others play; the mourners must weep unnoticed, unconsoled; happiness is so apt to be selfish.
Of course the conversation was the general sort of thing under the given circumstances--just a little more inane and disjointed than the ordinary small talk of people who meet each other in their walks abroad.
"How do you do, Mr.Hawkehurst ?--Very well, thank you .-- Mamma is very well; at least no, not quite well; she has one of her headaches this morning.

She is rather subject to headache, you know; and the canaries sing so loud.

Don't the canaries sing abominably loud, Diana ?--loudly they would have made me say at Hyde Lodge; but it is only awfully clever people who know when to use adverbs." And Miss Halliday having said all this in a hurried and indeed almost breathless manner, stopped suddenly, blushing more deeply than at first, and painfully aware of her blushes.

She looked imploringly at Diana; but Diana would not come to the rescue; and this morning Mr.
Hawkehurst seemed as a man struck with sudden dumbness.
There followed presently a little discussion of the weather.

Miss Halliday was possessed by the conviction that there would be rain--possibly not immediate rain, but before the afternoon inevitable rain.