You couldn't force me away, even if you wanted to use force." "Which you know is out of the question," I said, desperately.

"But why has your conscience begun to reproach you for trying to put me against Ivor?
You seemed to have no scruples whatever, last night and this morning." "I've been thinking hard since then.

I want my warning to you either to be justified, or else I want to apologise humbly.

For if Ivor doesn't come to this house to-night, in spite of his embarrassment when he spoke about an engagement, I shall believe that he doesn't care a rap about Maxine de Renzie." I said no more, but leaned back against the cushions, my heart beating as if it were in my throat, and my brain throbbing in time with it.

I could not think, or argue with myself what was really right and wise to do.