My broken promise is a trifle in view of what caused it." "Again, in _your_ view.

In mine it is by no means a trifle.

It distinguishes you from honourable men, that's all; a point of some moment, I should think, when your character is expressly under discussion." "You mean, of course, that I am not worthy of Cecily.

I can't grant any such conclusion." "Let us leave that aside for the present," said Mallard.

"Will you tell me how it came to pass that you met Miss Doran and her companions at Pompeii ?" Elgar hesitated; whereupon the other added quickly: "If it was with Miss Doran's anticipation, I want no details." "No, it wasn't." Their looks met.
"By chance, then, of course ?" said Mallard, sourly.
Elgar spoke on an impulse, leaning forward.
"Look, I won't lie to you.