What do you think William John said?
He coolly told me that the plant was dead, and had been flung out days ago.

I went to the theatre that night to keep myself from thinking.

All next day I contrived to remain out of Gilray's sight.

When we met he was stiff and polite.

He did not say a word about the chrysanthemum for a week, and then it all came out with a rush.