His manner assumed a sudden decision, his voice rose a tone louder.
"You insist on knowing ?" he said.

"It _is_ Miss Roseberry." "You don't like her ?" cried Lady Janet, with a sudden burst of angry surprise.
Julian broke out, on his side: "If I see any more of her," he answered, the rare color mounting passionately in his cheeks, "I shall be the unhappiest man living.

If I see any more of her, I shall be false to my old friend, who is to marry her.

Keep us apart.

If you have any regard for my peace of mind, keep us apart." Unutterable amazement expressed itself in his aunt's lifted hands.
Ungovernable curiosity uttered itself in his aunt's next words.
"You don't mean to tell me you are in love with Grace ?" Julian sprung restlessly to his feet, and disturbed the cat at the fireplace.