"I'm not really crying." And she ran away, downstairs, really crying.

It was excessively comic, but he had better not follow her, lest he might cry too....
_A Patron of the Arts_ A lull followed this crisis in the affairs of No.

29 Werter Road.

Priam went on painting, and there was now no need for secrecy about it.

But his painting was not made a subject of conversation.