I shall see her to-morrow.' 'All right,' observed his father, with the impatience which was his way of meeting disorders in this admirable universe.

'Your aunt asked me to tell you this; of course I can do no more.' Wilfrid made no reply, and Mr.Athel left him.
It was an hour of terrible suffering that Wilfrid lived through before he left the study and went to lay his head on the pillow.

He had not thought very much of Beatrice hitherto; the passion which had spurred him blindly on made him forgetful of everything but the end his heart desired.

Now that the end was within reach, he could consider what it was that he had done.

He was acting like a very madman.