Abuse, scorn, upbraidings, even violence--she had been prepared for all of these.

There was something about this self-restraint, however, this strange, brooding silence, which terrified her more than anything she could have imagined.
"Philip!" she shrieked.

"You're not going?
You're not going like this?
You haven't said anything!" He closed the door with firm fingers.

Her knees trembled, she was conscious of an unexpected weakness.

She abandoned her first intention of following him, and stood before the window, holding tightly to the sash.
He had reached the gate now and paused for a moment, looking up the long, windy street.