He made a sharp movement, almost as if that full regard pierced him.
He spoke with manifest effort.

"You won't go with my consent." "No ?" said Sylvia.

"Yet--you would never respect me again if I stayed.

I could never respect myself." She glanced over her shoulder at the door which Mrs.Ingleton was violently shaking.
"You can let her out," she said contemptuously.

"I have had my turn.