Think of my sister Marguerite...

she, too, was an actress....

Good night, Percy." "Good night." The two men grasped one another by the hand.

Armand's eyes proffered a last desperate appeal.

But Blakeney's eyes were impassive and unrelenting, and Armand with a quick sigh finally took his leave.
For a long while after he had gone Blakeney stood silent and motionless in the middle of the room.