She is conscious of some mistake--some foolish speech." Burton drew a little sigh of relief.

After all, what he had feared was not coming.

He saw the flaw, he felt even now the revulsion of feeling with which her words had inspired him.

Yet the other things remained.
She was still wonderful.

It was still she who was the presiding genius of that sentimental garden.
"You are very kind," he murmured.
"We shall expect you," Mr.Bomford declared, "at a quarter past eight this evening.".