It's awfully good of you.' 'What?
Wait till it's well over!' Wallace ran down the stairs and was gone.

Kendal walked back slowly into his room and stood meditating.

It seemed to him that Wallace did not quite realise the magnificence of his self-devotion.

'For, after all, it's an awkward business,' he said to himself, shaking his head over his own temerity.

'How I am to come round a girl as frank, as direct, as unconventional as that, I don't quite know! But she ought not to have that play; it's one of the few good things that have been done for the English stage for a long time past.