"If that woman is still in the house, I shall go down into the country, and from there I shall write my lawyers and apply for a separation." "So those are your plans," he remarked calmly.
"Yes.

Can you suggest anything better ?" "I can suggest something a thousand times better." She hesitated for a moment.

Perhaps she was conscious of a certain alteration in his deportment, the ring of his last words, the slight but unusual air of emotional fervour with which he seemed somehow to have become endowed.

A woman of curiously strong virginal instincts, she realised, perhaps for the first time, the approach of a great change in Wingate's attitude towards her.

Yet she could not keep from her lips the words which must bring his avowal.
"What do you mean ?" she faltered.
"That you end it all," he advised firmly, "that you take your courage in both hands, that you do not return to your husband at all." "Not return," she repeated, her eyes held by his.
"That you come to me," he went on, bending over the side of her chair.
"Needless, wonderful words, but I love you.