Charley isn't coming." "I hope he's in a better temper than that last day we saw him," said Henrietta.
"Poor fellow!" said Charlotte, "that was the day before the fever began.
It was coming on: that was the reason of it all, no doubt.

He looks ghastly enough now.

You'll forgive all, the moment that you see him." Charlotte had forgiven him herself, though she had never resumed the role of Florence Nightingale.

Since he had given up the library and removed to his own room, he had been quite lost to all, and nobody seemed to have gone near him, not even Sophie, who would have been glad to forget that he existed, without doubt.
Richard's eyes were on me as Charlotte said "Hush!" and a step crossed the hall in the pause that ensued.

Kilian, sitting next me, began to talk to me at that moment, the moment that Mr.Langenau entered the room.