He felt himself in revolt against even that faint instinct of toleration which her prettiness and at times subtle advances had kindled in him.

He let his thoughts rest upon the more wonderful things which smouldered in his brain and leaped like fire through his veins when he dared to think of them.

The room seemed suddenly purified, made fit for her presence.
"I am sure that Mr.Wingate will see me if he is alone," he heard a familiar voice say.
He sprang to his feet, realising in those few moments into what paradise his thoughts had been climbing, and greeted Lady Dredlinton.
Josephine accepted the easy-chair which he wheeled up for her and glanced around the room critically.
"Just what I expected," she murmured.

"A nice healthy man's room, without too much furniture, and with plenty of books.

You are wondering why I came, of course." "I am too content with the good fortune which brought you to find time for wonder," he replied.
"You'll laugh at me when I tell you," she warned him.
"You needn't tell me at all unless you like.