And at that moment, from the sublimity of his pagan virtue, the young man groaned for some pure certain light to guide him: the question whether he was about to do right made him weak.

He took Caroline's head between his two hands, and kissed her mouth.

The act brought Rose to his senses insufferably, and she--his Goddess of truth and his sole guiding light-spurred him afresh.
'My family's dishonour is mine, Caroline.

Say nothing more--don't think of me.

I go to Lady Jocelyn tonight.