She came rustling in quickly, apologising for being late, fastening a bracelet, dressed in dark blue satin, which exposed a white bosom that was ineffectually covered by a curious silver necklace.

Ralph offered her his arm with the exaggerated alertness of a man who was no longer a lover.
Even if this had still been his condition, however, Ralph had other things to think about.

The great doctor spent the night at Gardencourt and, returning to London on the morrow, after another consultation with Mr.Touchett's own medical adviser, concurred in Ralph's desire that he should see the patient again on the day following.

On the day following Sir Matthew Hope reappeared at Gardencourt, and now took a less encouraging view of the old man, who had grown worse in the twenty-four hours.

His feebleness was extreme, and to his son, who constantly sat by his bedside, it often seemed that his end must be at hand.