She was taking it very hard--not at all like herself, he thought.

He made an effort to speak.
"You'll have to pull yourself together, my girl," he said sympathetically.

"What's done can't be undone." Mrs Verloc gave a slight start, though not a muscle of her white face moved in the least.

Mr Verloc, who was not looking at her, continued ponderously.
"You go to bed now.

What you want is a good cry." This opinion had nothing to recommend it but the general consent of mankind.