I must live in the atmosphere of art, or I don't care to live at all." Madeline's slight suspicion was confirmed.

When they were about to leave the restaurant, Mr.Denyer said that he must go to the railway-station, to make a few inquiries.

There was no use in Madeline's going such a distance; would Clifford be so good as to see her safely home?
Madeline made a few objections--she would really prefer to accompany her father; she would not trouble Mr.Marsh--but in the end she found herself seated by Clifford in a carriage, passing rapidly through the streets.
Now was Clifford's opportunity; he had prepared for it.
"Madeline--you must let me call you by that name again, even if it is for the last time--I have heard what has happened." "Happily it does not affect you, Mr.Marsh." "Indeed it does.

It affects me so far, that it alters the whole course of my life.

In spite of everything that has seemed to come between us, I have never allowed myself to think of our engagement as at an end.
The parcel you sent me the other day is unopened; if you do not open it yourself no one ever shall.