Her concern was not with him or his feelings, as she frequently told him; but that she had, in a moment of weakness, thrown herself away upon a common burgher when she might have aimed at, and possibly brought down, a peer of the realm.

Her frequent depreciation of Barnet in these terms had at times been so intense that he was sorely tempted to retaliate on her egotism by owning that he loved at the same low level on which he lived; but prudence had prevailed, for which he was now thankful.
Something seemed to sound upon the shingle behind him over and above the raking of the wave.

He looked round, and a slight girlish shape appeared quite close to him, He could not see her face because it was in the direction of the moon.
'Mr.Barnet ?' the rambler said, in timid surprise.

The voice was the voice of Lucy Savile.
'Yes,' said Barnet.

'How can I repay you for this pleasure ?' 'I only came because the night was so clear.