Mavis hung her head. And mine too. And if you look at him like that he will only find it harder to forgive himself. Yes, that look. Don't think your thoughts are secret, Mavis, for they are written all over your face.
Mavis burst into tears.
I hope you still do, Mavis. She felt herself gathered to his breast and held while she wept bitterly. Her sobs abated, and so then she was alone again, and fumbling for her handkerchief. Sophie was waiting in the street for him, as she had been every day for a week, walking up and down looking for him. At last he came into the house, and Maryanne hurried in with tea, having seen the carriage draw up.