His own nostrils were full of it.

But Sylvia made no sign.
She never afterwards made any sign.

She never intimated to Henry in any fashion that she knew of his return to the shop.

She was, if anything, kinder and gentler with him than she had been before, but whenever he attempted, being led thereto by a guilty conscience, to undeceive her, Sylvia lightly but decidedly waved the revelation aside.

She would not have it.
That day, when she and Henry entered the sitting-room, she said, so calmly that he had not the courage to contradict her: "Here is your uncle Henry home from Mr.Meeks's, and he was as wet as a drowned rat.