His apologies ceased before they were half spoken.

She looked so white and ill that he was alarmed, and asked permission to get her a glass of wine.
"No, Graydon," she said, then hesitated, for she felt the color coming into her face, while a strange blur confused every object in the room.
"I'm very, very sorry," she added, hastily, after a moment.

"I ought not to have come.

I'm not equal to this.

It wouldn't take you very long to drive home with me, and then you could return.