You still affect to have the race en grippe, Tony.' 'I give him every credit for what he is,' Diana replied.

'I admire the finer qualities of the race as much as any one.

You want to have them presented to you in enamel, Emmy.' But the worst was an indication that the mania for calculating in and out of season would lead to the catastrophe destructive of his happiness.

Emma could not bear that.

Without asking herself whether it could be possible that Tony knew the secret, or whether she would have laid it bare, her sympathy for Redworth revolted at the exposure.