30/58 It was egotism still: aesthetic disgust at the graceless contour of his conduct, but never a hint of simple sorrow for the pain he had given. Rowland let him go, and for some moments stood watching him. Suddenly Mallet became conscious of a singular and most illogical impulse--a desire to stop him, to have another word with him--not to lose sight of him. He called him and Roderick turned. "I should like to go with you," said Rowland. |