He had triumphed in honour; and if her defeat had not involved George, she could almost have gloried in the completeness of her surrender.
He sat down with the air of a man who is not entirely awake to his surroundings; and his wife, after ordering the sherry, hovered over him with the touching solicitude of one who is living for the moment in the shadow of memory.

While he sipped the wine, he waited until Burrows' footsteps had passed down the staircase, and then said with his usual quietness: "There is something else, Evelyn, that I kept back.

I couldn't tell you while you were so worried about George, but there is something else--" She caught the words from him eagerly, with a gesture almost of relief.
"You mean it has come at last.

I suspected it, and, oh, Archibald, I don't care--I don't care!" "There were several failures to-day in Wall Street, and--" He broke off as if he were too tired to go on, and added slowly after a moment: "I am too old to begin again.

I'd like to go back home--to go back to the South for my old age.