She waited for a kind word of encouragement.

He only said, coldly: "What have you done ?" Speaking coldly on her side, she answered: "I have sent the carriage to fetch Miss Westerfield." There was a pause.

Mrs.Presty whispered to Randal: "I knew she would come back again! The Evil Genius of the family--that's what I call Miss Westerfield.

The name exactly fits her!" The idea in Randal's mind was that the name exactly fitted Mrs.Presty.
He made no reply; his eyes rested in sympathy on his sister-in-law.

She saw, and felt, his kindness at a time when kindness was doubly precious.
Her tones trembled a little as she spoke to her silent husband.
"Don't you approve of what I have done, Herbert ?" His nerves were shattered by grief and suspense; but he made an effort this time to speak gently.