In spite of this he could see that she was becoming more and more nervous as they progressed toward the end of their journey.

He felt the slow dampening of his own joy, the deadening clutch of yesterday at his heart.

Twice she lifted her veil for a moment and he saw she was pale and the tense lines had gathered about her mouth again.

There was something almost haggard in her look the second time.
In the early dusk of evening they arrived at Tete Jaune.

Aldous waited until the car had emptied itself before he rose from his seat.