Hekissedheronce，twice，threetimes，andarosetohisfeet，slowlywithdrawinghimselffromhersidetowardsthedoor。Cytherearemainedwithhergazefixedonthefire。Edwardwentoutgrieving，buthopewasnotextinguishedevennow。
Hesmeltthefragranceofacigar，andimmediatelyafterwardssawasmallredstaroffireagainstthedarknessofthehedge。Grayewaspacingupanddownthelane，smokingashewalked。Springrovetoldhimtheresultoftheinterview。
\'Youareagoodfellow，Edward，\'hesaid；\'butIthinkmysisterisright。\'
\'IwishyouwouldbelieveManstonavillain，asIdo，\'saidSpringrove。
\'ItwouldbeabsurdofmetosaythatIlikehimnow——familyfeelingpreventsit，butIcannotinhonestysaydeliberatelythatheisabadman。\'