I am lonely, Lawrence, and I am weary of the sort of life I have been living.
Supposing I asked you to make me that offer again ?" Mannering turned slowly towards her.

He was not a man who easily showed emotion, but there were traces of it now in his face.

The hand which rested on the back of his chair shook.

There was in his eyes the look of a man who sees evil things.
"It is too late, Blanche," he said.

"You cannot be in earnest ?" "Why not ?" she murmured, dropping her eyes.