After the revelation, that she was about to marry, all else seemed a chaos.

But he was one who could control his feelings.
"I must be going," said he quietly, moving from his standing-place with calmness.

"Good-day to you." He shook hands with them both, amidst a great accession of sobs, and quitted the room.

Running down the stairs at that moment, singing gaily a scrap of a merry song, came Sibylla, unconscious of his vicinity; indeed, of his presence in the house.

She started when she saw him, and stopped in hesitation.
Lionel threw open the door of the empty dining-room, caught her arm and drew her into it--his bearing haughty, his gestures imperative.