They are the letters of a man who knows the truth in his own heart and will not admit it even to himself." "Yes," admitted Loo.

"Yes--you are right.

It is racial, one must suppose." And he glanced at Miriam, who did not meet his eyes but looked at the open page, with a smile on her lips half sad, wholly tolerant.
Next morning, Loo thought, he would write to Dormer Colville.

But the following evening came, and he had not done so.

He went, as usual, to the rectory, where the same kind welcome awaited him.