"You don't believe," she said, hoarsely, "that Ah meant that ?" "No, but I hope you do mean it; for if you don't, nothing else means anything." There was no space, there was only a point of wavering.

"Ah do mean it." When they lifted their eyes from each other again it was half-past ten.
"No' you most go," she said.
"But the colonel--our fate ?" "The co'nel is often oat late, and Ah'm not afraid of ouah fate, no' that we've taken it into ouah own hands." She looked at him with dewy eyes of trust, of inspiration.
"Oh, it's going to come out all right," he said.

"It can't come out wrong now, no matter what happens.

But who'd have thought it, when I came into this house, in such a state of sin and misery, half an hour ago--" "Three houahs and a half ago!" she said.

"No! you most jost go.