Outside it rained over land and water, over the encircling forest which walled in this stretch of spectral world where the monotony of her days was spent.
To the sadness of it she was slowly becoming inured; but the strangeness of her life she could not yet comprehend--its meaningless days and nights, its dragging hours--and the strange people around her immersed in their sordid pleasures--this woman--her husband's sister, thin-lipped, hard-featured, drinking, smoking, gambling, shrill in disputes, merciless of speech, venomously curious concerning all that she held locked in the privacy of her wretchedness.
"Shiela," he said, "why don't you pay your family a visit ?" She shook her head.
"You're afraid they might suspect that you are not particularly happy ?" "Yes....

It was wrong to have Gray and Cecile here.

It was fortunate you were away.

But they saw the Tressilvains." "What did they think of 'em ?" inquired Malcourt.
"What do you suppose they would think ?" "Quite right.

Well, don't worry.