My dear, I am indeed sorry for it.

You are never hard on me--you won't be hard on me now ?" She offered her hand to him.

He had just raised it to his lips--when the drawing-room door was roughly opened.

They both looked round.
The man of all others whom Hugh least desired to see was the man who now entered the room.

The victim of "light claret"-- privately directed to lurk in the street, until he saw a handkerchief fluttering at the window--had returned to the house; primed with his clever wife's instructions; ready and eager to be even with Mountjoy for the dinner at the inn..