'Mr Carter will tell his wife, and how pleasant that is ?' 'I never thought of that.

And perhaps it wouldn't have seemed to me so annoying as it does to you.' 'Very likely not.' She turned abruptly away, and stood at a distance in gloomy muteness.
'Well,' she said at length, 'there's no helping it now.

Come and have your dinner.' 'You have taken away my appetite.' 'Nonsense! I suppose you're dying of hunger.' They had a very uncomfortable meal, exchanging few words.

On Amy's face was a look more resembling bad temper than anything Reardon had ever seen there.

After dinner he went and sat alone in the study.