It is very sad, very terrible, but you must let us help you bear it.
You must not stay here alone." "You are very kind"-- the girl's lips quivered slightly, though her face remained calm--"but I would rather not go out.

I should prefer to be left alone." There was in her expression a despairing yet calm detachment and resolve which forced Mrs.Pendleton in spite of herself to yield to her wish with a meekness which was almost timidity.
"Very well, dear," she said.

"If you feel like a walk later on, you will find your uncle downstairs." As she left the room she heard the door shut behind her.
But Mrs.Pendleton had other things to think about that morning than the strangeness of her niece's disposition and the manner in which she had received the news of her father's death.

The horror of that event filled her own thoughts to the exclusion of everything else, and she was determined to remain in Cornwall until the mystery was explained.
She glanced at her watch as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

She had breakfasted early, and it still wanted a few minutes to ten o'clock.