"Sometimes he makes suggestions to me--curious suggestions--easy ways out of trouble--and I listen--as you noticed." The girl looked at him, reined up closer, and bent forward, looking him intently in the eyes.
"Well, dear ?" inquired Malcourt, with a smile.
But she only straightened up in her saddle, a chill creeping in her veins.
A few moments later he suggested that they gallop.

He was obliged to, for he had other interviews awaiting him.

Also Portlaw, in a vile humour with the little gods of high and low finance.
* * * * * One of these interviews occurred after his final evening adieux to the Cardross family and to Hamil.

Shiela drove him to the hotel in Gray's motor, slowly, when they were out of sight, at Malcourt's request.
"I wanted to give you another chance," he said.

"I'm a little more selfish, this time--because, if I had a decent opportunity I think I'd try to fall in love with somebody or other--" She flushed painfully, looking straight ahead over the steering-wheel along the blinding path of the acetylenes.
"I am very sorry," she said, "because I had--had almost concluded to tell them--everything." "What!" he asked, aghast.
Her eyes were steadily fixed on the fan-shaped radiance ahead which played fantastically along the silvery avenue of palms and swept the white road with a glitter like moonlight streaming over snow.
"You mean you are ready for your freedom, Shiela ?" "No." "_What_ do you mean ?" "That--it may be best--best--to tell them ...