Her face, without its skilful touches of rouge, looked thin, and almost peaked.
"I am so glad that you came, Lawrence," she said.

"It was very good of you." She glanced towards the opened windows, and he closed them at once.
"I am afraid," he said, "that you have not been well!" There was a touch of her old self in the hardness of her low laugh.
"It is remorse!" she declared.

"I think that for once in my life I have permitted myself to think! It is a great mistake.

One loses confidence when one realizes what a beast one is." He waited in silence.

It seemed to him the best thing.