It is a brave thing you are doing, and you are the son of one who was my dearest friend." Winston turned his head away, and both women wondered when he looked round again.

His face seemed a trifle drawn, and his voice was strained.
"I hope," he said slowly, "it will in some degree make amends for others I have done.

In the meanwhile, there are reasons why your confidence humiliates me." Miss Barrington rose and her niece after her.

"Still, I believe it is warranted, and you will remember there are two women who have trusted you, hoping for your success.

And now, I fancy we have kept you too long." Winston stood holding the door open a moment, with his head bent, and then suddenly straightened himself.
"I can at least be honest with you in this venture," he said with a curious quietness.
Nothing further was said, but when his guests drove away Winston sat still a while and then went back very grim in face to his plowing.