All the day the girl suffered from a sense of strangeness and isolation, and a fear of doing or saying something unsuitable--something either too special or too every-day.

She longed to evince sympathy for Mr.Farron, but was afraid that, if she did, it would be like intimating that he was as good as dead.

She was caught between the negative danger of seeming indifferent and the positive one of being tactless.
As soon as Vincent had left the house, Adelaide's thought turned to her daughter.

He had gone about six o'clock.

He and she had been sitting by his study fire when Pringle announced that the motor was waiting.