What was he thinking?
Surely he knew of my relation to Zoe.

I caught out of his expression the prejudice of the time against the social equality that I was maintaining in standing by Zoe and having her with me.

I had not shirked my heritage.

Perhaps Douglas admired me too much to speak what was in his mind; or perhaps he was too much of the politician to trench upon ground so personal.

At all events, we were silent for a moment.