Rowland was perplexed; he was ill at ease.
At last the fiacre arrived, but she waited a moment longer.

"So, decidedly," she suddenly asked, "I can only harm him ?" "You make me feel very brutal," said Rowland.
"And he is such a fine fellow that it would be really a great pity, eh ?" "I shall praise him no more," Rowland said.
She turned away quickly, but she lingered still.

"Do you remember promising me, soon after we first met, that at the end of six months you would tell me definitely what you thought of me ?" "It was a foolish promise." "You gave it.

Bear it in mind.

I will think of what you have said to me.
Farewell." She stepped into the carriage, and it rolled away.