The lamp in there is better.

You can settle it betwixt you." Sylvia went out, a long line of fine lace trailing in her wake.
Horace stood still where she had left him.

Rose looked at him timidly.
"I didn't know she felt so," she ventured, at last, in a small voice.
Horace said nothing.

Rose went to him, put her hand through his arm, and laid her cheek against his unresponsive shoulder.

"I did think it would about kill her if it went on," she whispered.