But I am determined she sha'n't go back to Mr.Quarrier.I have a right to forbid it." "Indeed--abstractly speaking--I think you have," murmured Mrs.Wade, with a glance towards the door.

"But I grieve to tell you that there seems to me no possibility of preventing her return." "I shall have to use what means I can.

You say Mr.Quarrier wouldn't care to have this made public just now." He knew (or imagined) that the threat was idle, but it seemed to him that Mrs.Wade, already favourably disposed, might be induced to counsel Lilian for the avoidance of a scandal at this moment.
"Mr.Northway," replied the widow, "I almost think that he would care less for such a disclosure _before_ this election than _after_ it." He met her eyes, and tried to understand her.

But whatever she meant, it could be of no importance to him.

Quarrier was doomed by the Tory agent; on this knowledge he congratulated himself, in spite of the fact that another state of things would have been more to his interest.
"I have really nothing to do with that," he replied.