Henry watched her with furtive eyes.

He was horribly dismayed without knowing why.

When Sylvia had the room completely closed she came close to him.

She extended her right hand, and he saw that it contained a little sheaf of yellowed newspaper clippings pinned together.
"Henry Whitman," said she.
"Sylvia, you are as white as a sheet.

What on earth ails you ?" "Do you know what has happened ?" Henry's eyes fell before her wretched, questioning ones.