"Of the temptations you cannot judge.

Of the shame I am as profoundly sensible as you can be.

The consequences I am ready to suffer." He sank back in his chair as Dr.Ibbetson entered.
An hour later Dorothea said goodnight to her brother in the great hall.
He had lit his candle and was mixing himself a glass of brandy and water.
"The sight of blood--" he excused himself.

"I am sorry for the fellow, though I never liked him.

I suppose, now, there was nothing between him and that girl Polly?
For a moment--from Zeally's manner--" He gulped down the drink.