Bellew did not move.
“She does not love him; she told me so herself! He will never see her again!”
How hateful, how horrible, how odious!
And still Bellew did not speak, but stood devouring her with his little eyes; and how long this went on she could not tell.
He turned his back suddenly, and leaned against the mantelpiece.
Mrs. Pendyce passed her hand over her brow to get rid of a feeling of unreality.
“That is all,” she said.
Her voice sounded to herself unlike her own.
'If that is really all,' she thought, 'I suppose I must get up and go!' And it flashed through her mind: 'My poor dress will be ruined!'
Bellew turned round.