Hasn't it even dimly occurred to you that, under the circumstances, it would be--well, say a graceful thing--to give that girl a chance of changing her mind again ?" "What--Rosamund ?" "It never struck you ?" "But, hang it all, Warburton!" exclaimed the artist.

"How _should_ I have thought of it?
You know very well--and then, it's perfectly certain she would laugh at me." "It isn't certain at all.

And, do you know, it almost seems to me a point of honour." "You're not serious?
This is one of your solemn jokes--such as you haven't indulged in lately." "No, no.

Listen," said Will, with a rigid earnestness on his face as he bent forward in the chair.

"She is poor, and doesn't know how she's going to live.