"Will you please listen to me, Leopold ?" She was half curled up in a corner of the settee, her head resting slightly upon her long fingers, her brown eyes steadily fixed upon her companion.

There was an atmosphere about her of serious yet of tender things.

Dominey's face seemed to fall into more rigid lines as he realised the appeal of her eyes.
"Leopold," she began, "I left this country a few weeks ago, feeling that you were a brute, determined never to see you again, half inclined to expose you before I went as an impostor and a charlatan.

Germany means little to me, and a patriotism which took no account of human obligations left me absolutely unresponsive.

I meant to go home and never to return to London.