I suppose they'll never forgive me for this.

Come on." "One moment, then," nodded Selwyn; "I want to speak to Mrs.Ruthven." And, quietly turning to Alixe, and dropping his voice to a tone too low for Neergard to hear--for he was plainly attempting to listen: "You are making a mistake; do you understand?
Whoever is your hostess--wherever you are staying--find her and go there before it is too late." She inclined her pretty head thoughtfully, eyes on the wine-glass which she was turning round and round between her slender fingers.

"What do you mean by 'too late' ?" she asked.

"Don't you know that everything is too late for me now ?" "What do _you_ mean, Alixe ?" he returned, watching her intently.
"What I say.

I have not seen Jack Ruthven for two months.