The distress of his voice was repeated in the expression of her face.

There was no doubting that he spoke sincerely.
'I had better see your father to--day,' he added.
'No,' she replied energetically; and, after a moment's pause, 'There's another way.' 'Well ?' 'Let everything be as it was before yesterday.

I shall not change.

It will be better for you to be free.

Come to me when you are ready.' She signed to a passing hansom, and it drew up by the curb.