But when my uncle had gone, and the dreadful gray, quiet, rainy evening came, and it had all calmed down again, there was no bearing it.

The house--without you--was like a tomb.
If I had had Arnold with me I might have done very well.

But I was all by myself.

Think of that! Not a soul to speak to! There wasn't a horrible thing that could possibly happen to you that I didn't fancy was going to happen.

I went into your empty room and looked at your things.
_That_ settled it, my darling! I rushed down stairs--carried away, positively carried away, by an Impulse beyond human resistance.