however, came after a pause, in which my eyes had fallen from his face, but in which I heard him emptying his glass.
“What do you mean?” he whispered. “That there were other circumstances - things which haven’t got into the papers?”
“God knows there were,” I answered, my face in my hands; and, my grief brought home to me, there I sat with it in the presence of that stranger, without compunction and without shame.
He
however, came after a pause, in which my eyes had fallen from his face, but in which I heard him emptying his glass.
“What do you mean?” he whispered. “That there were other circumstances - things which haven’t got into the papers?”
“God knows there were,” I answered, my face in my hands; and, my grief brought home to me, there I sat with it in the presence of that stranger, without compunction and without shame.
He
