But the feeling that I should like to see you, and talk of those we used to know in common, was very strong.' 'Before that can be the case a little more time must pass,' said Miss Savile quietly; 'a time long enough for me to regard with some calmness what at present I remember far too impatiently--though it may be you almost forget it.

Indeed you must have forgotten it long before you acted as you did.' Her voice grew stronger and more vivacious as she added: 'But I am doing my best to forget it too, and I know I shall succeed from the progress I have made already!' She had remained standing till now, when she turned and sat down, facing half away from him.
Barnet watched her moodily.

'Yes, it is only what I deserve,' he said.
'Ambition pricked me on--no, it was not ambition, it was wrongheadedness! Had I but reflected.

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