But then every eye in the room was watching this farewell, and speculating about it.

Ratcliffe looked on with particular interest and was a little perplexed to account for this too fraternal cordiality.

Could he have made a miscalculation?
or was there something behind?
He himself insisted upon shaking hands genially with Carrington and wished him a pleasant journey and a successful one.
That night, for the first time since she was a child, Sybil actually cried a little after she went to bed, although it is true that her sentiment did not keep her awake.

She felt lonely and weighed down by a great responsibility.
For a day or two afterwards she was nervous and restless.

She would not ride, or make calls, or see guests.