His forehead unwrinkled itself, his lips hung loose like the mouth of a dog that is fondled, he tried not to smile.

Though he thought himself as far as ever from renouncing Lilian, he began to like the idea of facing Quarrier--of exhibiting his natural delicacy, conscientiousness, and so on.

Something was in the background, but of that he took no deliberate account.
A few minutes more, and Mrs.Wade had him entirely at her disposal.

It was arranged that, whilst she went into the town to discover Quarrier, Northway should remain on guard, either in or about the cottage.
Luncheon would be provided for him.

He promised not to molest Lilian, on condition that she made no attempt to escape.
"She will stay where she is," Mrs.Wade assured him.