It would have saved time if you had put it in that light before." "It would.

But I hoped you might have the decency to act without--persuasion." Monck was speaking between his teeth, but the revolver was concealed again in the folds of his garment.

"You will leave to-night--at once--without seeing her again.

That is understood." It was the end of the conflict.

Dacre attempted no further resistance.
He was not the man to waste himself upon a cause that he realized to be hopeless.