`Iamgladyourstayinghadnothingtodowiththat。But，’shesaid，thefaintestpoutenteringintohertone，`youdidn’tcomebacklastnightandmeetme，asyouengagedto！’
`Ididn’t-Iamsorrytosay。Ihadanappointmentatnineo’clock-toolateformetocatchthetrainthatwouldhavemetyours，ortogethomeatall。’
Lookingathislovedoneassheappearedtohimnow，inhistenderthoughtthesweetestandmostdisinterestedcomradethathehadeverhad，livinglargelyinvividimaginings，soetherealacreaturethatherspiritcouldbeseentremblingthroughherlimbs，hefeltheartilyashamedofhisearthlinessinspendingthehourshehadspentinArabella’scompany。
Therewassomethingrudeandimmoralinthrustingtheserecentfactsofhislifeuponthemindofonewho，tohim，wassouncarnateastoseemattimesimpossibleasahumanwifetoanyaverageman。AndyetshewasPhillotson’s。Howshehadbecomesuch，howshelivedassuch，passedhiscomprehensionasheregardedherto-day。
`You’llgobackwithme？’hesaid。`There’satrainjustnow。