But I am now in I cannot tell what mood--I will not tell what mood, for it would be confessing more than I ought.

This finding you out is a piece of weakness that I shall not repeat; and I have only one thing more to say.

I have served you badly, George, I know that; but it is never too late to mend; and I have come back to you.
However, I shall never run after you again, trust me for that, for it is not the woman's part.

Still, before I go, that there may be no mistake as to my meaning, and misery entailed on us for want of a word, I'll add this: that if you want to marry me, as you once did, you must say so; for I am here to be asked.' It would be superfluous to transcribe Somerset's reply, and the remainder of the scene between the pair.

Let it suffice that half-an-hour afterwards, when the sun had almost gone down, Paula walked briskly into the hotel, troubled herself nothing about dinner, but went upstairs to their sitting-room, where her aunt presently found her upon the couch looking up at the ceiling through her fingers.