Her manner changed as she put the question.

She looked and spoke like a person who was perplexed and annoyed.
"I hardly like to own it," Horace answered, "but I am afraid she has some motive for deferring our marriage which she cannot confide either to you or to me." Lady Janet started.
"What makes you think that ?" she asked.
"I have once or twice caught her in tears.

Every now and then--sometimes when she is talking quite gayly--she suddenly changes color and becomes silent and depressed.

Just now, when she left the table (didn't you notice it ?), she looked at me in the strangest way--almost as if she was sorry for me.

What do these things mean ?" Horace's reply, instead of increasing Lady Janet's anxiety, seemed to relieve it.