This--all this can be adjusted in time." "As you please," she said slowly.
"In time," he repeated, his passionless voice now under perfect control.
He turned and looked at Leila; all the wickedness of his anger was concentrated in his gaze.

Then he took his leave of them as formally, as precisely as though he had forgotten the whole scene; and a minute later the big Mercedes ran out into a half-circle, backed, wheeled, and rolled away through the thickening dusk, the glare of the acetylenes sweeping the deserted street.
Into the twilight sped Quarrier, head bent, but his soft, dark-lashed eyes of a woman fixed steadily ahead.

Every energy, every thought was now bent to this newest phase of the same question which he and Fate were finding simpler to solve every minute.

Of all the luxuries he permitted himself openly or furtively, one--the rarest of them all--his self-denial had practically eliminated from the list: the luxury of punishing where no end was served save that of mere personal satisfaction.

The temptation of this luxury now presented itself; and the means of gratification were so simple, so secret, so easy to command, that the temptation became almost a duty.
Siward he had not turned out of his way to injure; Siward had been in the way, that was all, and his ruin was to have been merely an agreeable coincidence with the purposed ruin of Amalgamated Electric before Inter-County absorbed the fragments.