She was still very pale, however, and the dark lines under her eyes seemed to speak of a sleepless night.

I fancied that she welcomed me a little shyly.

She dropped her veil almost at once, and she did not ask me to sit down.
"I hope that you have some news this morning of your uncle, Miss Delora ?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"I have not heard--anything of importance," she answered.
"I am sorry," I said.

"I am afraid that you must be getting very anxious." She bent over the button of her glove.
"Yes," she admitted.

"I am very anxious! I am very anxious indeed.