"When you gave up in despair, I ran for help.

You punish me for failure; punish me savagely." "Yes, I was ungenerous," said Grace.

"Forgive me." But she said it rather coolly, and not with a very penitent air.
She added an explanation more calculated to please Henry than him.

"Your gallantry is always graceful; and it is charming, in a drawing-room; but in this wild place, and just after escaping the grave, let us talk like sensible people.

If you and I set out for Raby Hall alone, we shall lose our way again, and perish, to a certainty.