Though her reason bowed to Wogan's argument, she had a sense of cowardice in deserting so faithful a friend.

Mrs.Misset, however, joined in Wogan's prayer; and she mounted into the trap and at Wogan's side drove out of the town by that street along which the horseman had ridden.
Clementina was silent; her driver was no more talkative.

They were alone and together on the road to Italy.

That embarrassment from which Wogan's confession of fear had procured them some respite held them in a stiff constraint.

They were conscious of it as of a tide engulfing them.
Neither dared to speak, dreading what might come of speech.