"She has gone home." "What do you call home ?" Bernard demanded.
"The sort of place that we always call home; a bad little house that we have taken for a month." "Will you let me come and see it ?" "It 's nothing to see." Bernard hesitated a moment.
"Is that a refusal ?" "I should never think of giving it so fine a name." "There would be nothing fine in forbidding me your door.

Don't think that!" said Bernard, with rather a forced laugh.
It was difficult to know what the girl thought; but she said, in a moment-- "We shall be very happy to see you.

I am going home." "May I walk with you so far ?" asked Bernard.
"It is not far; it 's only three minutes." And Angela moved slowly to the gate of the Casino..