What daughter of Eve (no matter whether she was seventeen or seventy) could have honestly arrived at any other conclusion?
Do what a man may--let him commit anything he likes, from an error to a crime--so long as there is a woman at the bottom of it, there is an inexhaustible fund of pardon for him in every other woman's heart.

"Sit down," said Lady Janet, smiling in spite of herself; "and don't talk in that horrible way again.
A man, Julian--especially a famous man like you--ought to know how to control himself." Julian burst out laughing bitterly.
"Send upstairs for my self-control," he said.

"It's in _her_ possession--not in mine.

Good morning, aunt." He rose from his chair.

Lady Janet instantly pushed him back into it.
"I insist on your staying here," she said, "if it is only for a few minutes longer.