"Some day I will remind you of your prophecies." Mallard regarded him, and spoke at length, in a strangely jarring, discordant voice.
"I said that hastily.

I make no prophecies.

I wished to say that those seemed to me the probabilities." "Thank you for the small mercy, at all events," said Elgar, with a laugh.
"What do you intend to do ?" Mallard proceeded to ask, changing his position.
"I can make no plans yet.

I have pretended to only too often.

You have no objection to my remaining here ?" "You must take your own course--with the understanding to which we have come." "I wish I could make you look more cheerful, Mallard.