"I thought so," Mrs Verloc murmured faintly.
"You've read it in my eyes," suggested Ossipon with great assurance.
"Yes," she breathed out into his inclined ear.
"A love like mine could not be concealed from a woman like you," he went on, trying to detach his mind from material considerations such as the business value of the shop, and the amount of money Mr Verloc might have left in the bank.

He applied himself to the sentimental side of the affair.

In his heart of hearts he was a little shocked at his success.
Verloc had been a good fellow, and certainly a very decent husband as far as one could see.

However, Comrade Ossipon was not going to quarrel with his luck for the sake of a dead man.

Resolutely he suppressed his sympathy for the ghost of Comrade Verloc, and went on.
"I could not conceal it.