Still I seemed to see the tragic look in his eyes, and the dogged set of his jaw.

It was just as if he were going away from me to his death; and his face was like that of the man in Millais' picture of the Huguenot Lovers.

I wondered if that girl had been broken-hearted because he wouldn't let her tie round his arm the white scarf that might have saved him.
It is strange how one's mood can change in a moment--but perhaps it is like that only with women.

A minute before I'd been trying to despise Ivor, and to argue, just as if I'd been a match-making mamma, to myself that it would be a very good thing if I could make up my mind to marry Lord Bob; that it would be rather nice being a Duchess some day; and that besides, perhaps Ivor would be sorry when he heard that I was engaged to somebody else.
But then, as I said, quite suddenly it was as if a sharp knife had been stuck into my heart and turned round and round.

I would have given anything to run after Ivor to tell him that I loved him dreadfully and would trust him in spite of all.
"You look as pale as if you were going to faint," said Lisa, in her little high-keyed voice, which, though she doesn't speak loudly, always reaches to the farthest corners of the biggest rooms.
I did think it was unkind of her to call everyone's attention to me just then, for even strangers heard, and turned to throw a glance at me as they passed.
"It must be the light," I said, "for I don't feel in the least faint." That was a fib, because when you are as miserable as I was at that minute your heart feels cold and heavy, as though it could hardly go on beating.