Having done this, she suddenly stooped and kissed the rough cloth fervently, burying her face in it with a sob.
"I do _love_ him so!" she whispered, hysterically.

"I do so _love_ him, and I shall so _miss_ him!" with the italicised feelingness of old.
The outburst was in fact so strongly italicised that she felt the next moment almost as if she had been a little indecent.

She had never been called upon by the strenuousness of any occasion to mention baldly to Lord Walderhurst that she "loved" him.

It had not been necessary, and she was too little used to it not to be abashed by finding herself proclaiming the fact to his very waistcoat itself.

She sat down holding the garment in her hands and let her tears fall.
She looked about her at the room and across the corridor through the open door at his study which adjoined it.