Do forgive me!' She knew that he was examining her moist eyes; a rush of blood passed over her features.
'Not unless you are willing,' Hubert pursued, his voice at its gentlest and most courteous.

'But if I might speak to you for a few minutes-- ?' 'You have heard from Mr.Yottle ?' Adela asked, without raising her eyes, trying her utmost to speak in a merely natural way.
'Yes.

I happened to be at my mother's house.

He came last night to obtain my address.' The truth was, that a generous impulse, partly of his nature, and in part such as any man might know in a moment of unanticipated good fortune, had bade him put aside his prejudices and meet Mutimer at once on a footing of mutual respect.

Incapable of ignoble exultation, it seemed to him that true delicacy dictated a personal interview with the man who, judging from Yottle's report, had so cheerfully acquitted himself of the hard task imposed by honour.