In heaven's name, now that we've hauled her out of that infernal groove, don't let idiotic sentimentality spoil everything! Don't shy at the consequences! I'll be responsible for them." Dinah glanced up.

She saw that for the moment she was forgotten.

The light was shining upon Scott's face, and she read in it undeniable perplexity, but the eyes were steadfast and wholly calm.
He even smiled a little as he said, "My dear chap, have you ever considered the consequences of anything--counted the cost before you came to pay?
No, never!" "Don't preach to me!" Eustace said sharply.
"No.

I won't.

But don't you talk in that airy way about responsibility to me! Because--" Scott's smile broadened and became openly affectionate--"it just won't go down, dear fellow! I can't swallow camels--never could." "You can strain at gnats though," commented Sir Eustace, pivoting round on his skates.