So let me have your confession.

After you have ended I will give as faithful a narrative as if on my death-bed.

What more can you ask?
There now, lead the way!" This coolness, which but thinly veiled a contemptuous air, irritated Hartley almost beyond the bounds of decent self-control.
"Bravely carried off! Well acted!" he retorted with a sneer.
"You do not accept the proposal," said Irene, growing a little sterner of aspect.

"Very well.

I scarcely hoped that you would meet me on this even ground.