She did not seem even to hear what she said.

Presently she grew restless, and soon her flushed cheek and bright eye indicated an increase of fever.

When Faber saw her, he was much disappointed, perceived at once that something had excited her, and strongly suspected that, for all her promises, Mrs.
Puckridge had betrayed the means by which he recovered her.
He said to himself that he had had no choice, but then neither had the lady, and the thing might be hateful to her.

She might be in love, and then how she must abominate the business, and detest him! It was horrible to think of her knowing it.

But for knowing it, she would never be a whit the worse, for he never had a day's illness in his life and knew of no taint in his family.
When she saw him approach her bedside, a look reminding him of the ripple of a sudden cold gust passing with the shadow of a cloud over still water swept across her face.