"You won't forget then, as we promised, to put out the lights ?" "If you trust me for the greater you can trust me for the less.
Good-night." Vanderbank had offered his hand.

"Good-night." But Mr.Longdon kept him a moment.

"You DON'T care for my figure ?" "Not yet--not yet.

PLEASE." Vanderbank seemed really to fear it, but on Mr.Longdon's releasing him with a little drop of disappointment they went together to the door of the room, where they had another pause.
"She's to come down to me--alone--in September." Vanderbank appeared to debate and conclude.

"Then may I come ?" His friend, on this footing, had to consider.