Stay a month with me--stay a year.

After what I owe you, St.George, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you." "You have already done it, Talbot--every obligation is wiped out," rejoined St.George in a satisfied tone.
"How ?" "By coming here and asking Harry's pardon--that is more to me than all the things I have ever possessed," and his voice broke as he thought of the change that had taken place in Harry's fortunes in the last half hour.
"Then come out to Moorlands and let me prove it!" exclaimed the colonel, leaning forward in his eagerness and grasping St.George by the sleeve.
"No," replied St.George in appreciative but positive tones--showing his mind was fully made up.

"If I go anywhere I'll go back to my house on Kennedy Square--that is to the little of it that is still mine.

I'll stay there for a day or two, to please Harry--or until they turn me out again, and then I'll come back here.

Change of air may do me good, and besides, Jemima and Todd should get a rest." The colonel rose to his feet: "You shall do no such thing!" he exploded.
The old dominating air was in full swing now.