He never talks of anybody to anybody.
He speaks only of the outward things of the world.

Now, Harry, what you must do for me is this." As she was speaking to him she was leaning again upon the table, with her forehead resting upon her hands.

Her small widow's cap had become thus thrust back, and was now nearly off her head, so that her rich brown hair was to be seen in its full luxuriance, rich and lovely as it had ever been.

Could it be that she felt--half thought, half felt, without knowing that she thought it--that while the signs of her widowhood were about her, telling in their too plain language the tale of what she had been, he could not dare to speak to her of his love?
She was indeed a widow, but not as are other widows.
She had confessed, did hourly confess to herself, the guilt which she had committed in marrying that man; but the very fact of such confessions, of such acknowledgment, absolved her from the necessity of any show of sorrow.

When she declared how she had despised and hated her late lord, she threw off mentally all her weeds.