I--I can't say any more." And indeed he saw that she could bear no more.

He hesitated--yielded--took her unresisting hand, which he pressed violently to his lips--and was gone.
* * * * * Hour after hour passed.

Falloden had employed Meyrick as an intermediary with a great friend of Sorell's, one Benham, another fellow of St.
Cyprian's, who had--so Meyrick reported--helped Sorell to get Radowitz to the station in time for the two o'clock train to London.

The plan, according to Benham, was to go straight to Sir Horley Wood, who had been telegraphed to in the morning, and had made an appointment for 4.30.
Benham was to hear the result of the great surgeon's examination as soon as possible, and hoped to let Meyrick have it somewhere between seven and eight.
Four or five other men, who had been concerned in the row, including Desmond and Robertson, hung about college, miserably waiting.

Falloden and Meyrick ordered horses and went off into the country, hardly speaking to each other during the whole of the ride.