He hoped and believed that one day Ina would be kind to him, but he was quite prepared to wait an indefinite time for that day to dawn.

He took all rebuffs with resignation, and could generally muster a smile soon after.
He smiled tranquilly upon Piers at parting and congratulated him upon the prospect of missing the worst of the winter.

To which Piers threw back a laugh as he drove away in his little two-seater, coupled with the careless assurance that he meant to make the most of his time, whatever the weather.
"Lucky dog!" said Guyes, as he watched him disappear down the drive.
But if he had seen the expression that succeeded Piers' laugh, he might have suppressed the remark.

For Piers' face, as he raced alone through the darkness, was the set, grim face of a man who carries a deadly purpose in his soul.

He had laughed and danced throughout the evening, but in his first moment of solitude the devil he had kept at bay had entered into full possession.
To the rush and throb of his engine, he heard over and over the gibing, malicious words of a girl's sore heart: "Mind the doctor doesn't cut you out in your absence!" Obviously then this affair was the common talk of the neighbourhood since news of it had even penetrated to Wardenhurst.