There was a cry of "Avanti!" and he entered.
Elgar advanced a few steps.

He did not affect to smile, but looked directly at his visitor, who--as if all the pain of the interview were on him rather than the other--cast down his eyes.
"I was expecting you," said Reuben, without offering his hand.
"So was I you--three days ago." "Sit down, and let us talk.

I'm ashamed of myself, Mallard.

I ought at all events to have written." "One would have thought so." "Have you seen Mrs.Lessingham ?" "Yes." "Then you understand everything.

I repeat that I am ashamed of my behaviour to you.