There was an expression on Guy Oscard's face which she rather liked, while it alarmed her.
"It is not likely," she went on, "that he will come here.

I--I rather lost my temper with him, and said things which I imagine hurt his feelings." Oscard nodded gravely.
"I'm rather afraid of doing that myself," he said; "only it will not be his feelings." "I do not think," she replied, "that it would be at all expedient to say or do anything at present.

He must go with you to the Plateau.
Afterwards--perhaps." Oscard laughed quietly.
"Ah," he said, "that sounds like one of Meredith's propositions.

But he does not mean it any more than you do." "I do mean it," replied Jocelyn quietly.

There is no hatred so complete, so merciless, as the hatred of a woman for one who has wronged the man she loves.