Be that how it may, whatever had happened to influence him most of the chance emotion of the moment, it would be tolerably certain that in a few hours he would be sorry for what he had done.

He was still, however, in a state of mental exaltation when he reached Atherstone, and began fumbling nervously with the garden-gate.

Charles, who had been stalking up and down the bowling-green, went slowly towards him.
"What on earth do you mean by going off in that way ?" he asked, coldly.
"Ah!" said Dare, perceiving him, "and she--the--is she gone ?" "Yes, half an hour ago.

Your dog-cart has come back from taking her to the station, and is here now." Dare nodded his head several times, and stood looking at him.
"I have been to Slumberleigh," he said.
"Yes, contrary to agreement." "My friend," Dare said, seizing the friend's limp, unresponsive hand and pressing it, "I know now why you keep silence last night.

I reason with myself.