That will be good for your bruises as well as your studies." Poor Rex felt his heart swelling and comporting itself as if it had been no better than a girl's.
"I hope you will not insist on my going immediately, sir." "Do you feel too ill ?" "No, not that--but--" here Rex bit his lips and felt the tears starting, to his great vexation; then he rallied and tried to say more firmly, "I want to go to Offendene, but I can go this evening." "I am going there myself.

I can bring word about Gwendolen, if that is what you want." Rex broke down.

He thought he discerned an intention fatal to his happiness, nay, his life.

He was accustomed to believe in his father's penetration, and to expect firmness.

"Father, I can't go away without telling her that I love her, and knowing that she loves me." Mr.Gascoigne was inwardly going through some self-rebuke for not being more wary, and was now really sorry for the lad; but every consideration was subordinate to that of using the wisest tactics in the case.