Please--please--" "Diane, your father's--chief of this--gang that I came to break up." "My God, hear him! How dare you--Oh, Vaughn, poor, poor boy, you're out of your mind! Sally, Russ, what shall we do?
He's worse.

He's saying the most dreadful things! I--I can't bear to hear him!" Steele heaved a sigh and closed his eyes.

I walked away with Sally, led her to and fro in a shady aisle beyond the rocks, and tried to comfort her as best I could.

After a while, when we returned to the glade, Miss Sampson had considerable color in her cheeks, and Steele was leaning against the rock, grave and sad.

I saw that he had recovered and he had reached the critical point.