Her mind misgave her that neither those plans nor any other could permanently restore her mental tranquillity. She turned to Robert, who stood close behind her. As he looked up, the light of the candles on the mantelpiece fell full on her face. All its paleness, all its change, all its forlorn meaning were clearly revealed. Robert had good eyes, and might have seen it if he would; whether he did see it, nothing indicated.
"Good-night!" she said, shaking like a leaf, offering her thin hand hastily, anxious to part from him quickly.
"You are going home?" he asked, not touching her hand.
"Yes."

But she felt that no plans could permanently restore her mental tranquillity. She turned to Robert, who stood close behind her. As he looked up, the light of the candles fell full on her face. All its paleness, all its change, all its forlorn meaning were clearly revealed. Whether Robert saw it, nothing indicated.
"Good-night!" she said, shaking like a leaf, hastily offering her thin hand, anxious to depart quickly.
"You are going home?" he asked, not touching her hand.
"Yes."
