Would he never understand that women detested having other women exhibited as examples to them?
She looked round at him with a sense of impatient wonder.

He was sitting at the luncheon-table, with his back turned on her, and his head resting on his hand.

If he had attempted to rejoin her, she would have repelled him; if he had spoken, she would have met him with a sharp reply.

He sat apart from her, without uttering a word.

In a man's hands silence is the most terrible of all protests to the woman who loves him.