I will drive you up in the car, if you wish--" Mr.Taynton waved his hand with a negative gesture.
"No, no, not at once," he cried.

"I must think it over.

I must get used to this dreadful, this appalling shock.

I am utterly distraught." Morris turned to him, and across his face for one moment there shot, swift as a lightning-flash, a quiver of rage so rabid that he looked scarcely human, but like some Greek presentment of the Furies or Revenge.
Never, so thought his old friend, had he seen such glorious youthful beauty so instinct and inspired with hate.

It was the demoniacal force of that which lent such splendour to it.