"You are no longer man of mine.

Begone, sirrah!" He crumpled the paper in his hand.

"I was mad," he muttered.
"I could almost believe it," I replied.

"Begone!" After a moment he went.

Sitting still in my place, I heard him heavily and slowly leave the room, descend the step at the door, and go out into the night.
A door opened, and Mistress Jocelyn Percy came into the great room, like a sunbeam strayed back to earth.