"Are you going home ?" he asked.
Acton hesitated, and then answered that he had proposed to go over and take a look at the Baroness.
"Well, you are honest, at least," said Mr.Wentworth, sadly.
"So are you, if you come to that!" cried Acton, laughing.

"Why should n't I be honest ?" The old man opened the "North American" again, and read a few lines.
"If we have ever had any virtue among us, we had better keep hold of it now," he said.

He was not quoting.
"We have a Baroness among us," said Acton.

"That 's what we must keep hold of!" He was too impatient to see Madame Munster again to wonder what Mr.Wentworth was talking about.

Nevertheless, after he had passed out of the house and traversed the garden and the little piece of road that separated him from Eugenia's provisional residence, he stopped a moment outside.