And now I don't want you ever to speak to me about this again." "Oh, there's no danger!" he cried, bitterly.

"I shall never willingly see you again." "That's as you like, Mr.Beaton.

We've had to be very frank, but I don't see why we shouldn't be friends.

Still, we needn't, if you don't like." "And I may come--I may come here--as--as usual ?" "Why, if you can consistently," she said, with a smile, and she held out her hand to him.
He went home dazed, and feeling as if it were a bad joke that had been put upon him.

At least the affair went so deep that it estranged the aspect of his familiar studio.