You'll see.' Consolation of this kind did but make the tears flow yet more freely.
Drake perceived the fact and stood aside, wondering perplexedly at the reason.

The sound of each sob jerked at his heart; he began to walk restlessly about the room.

The storm, from its very violence, however, wore itself quickly out; the sobs became less convulsive, less frequent.
Clarice raised her head from her arms and stared out of the window opposite, with just now and then a little shiver and heave of her back.
Drake stopped his walk and advanced to her.

She anticipated his speech, turning with a start to face him.
'You haven't seen my father ?' 'No; the servant told me he had gone out.

But I wrote a note saying I would call again this evening.