It is the face of a beast!" "My dear fellow, that's stuff! It's only the face of a lover." Stafford looked at him in a dazed way.
"I wish you'd let me go back to my room, Morewood, and give me that picture.

No--I won't hurt it." "Take it, then, and pull yourself together.

What's the harm, again I say?
And if she loves you--" "What ?" he cried eagerly.

Then, checking himself, "Hold your peace, in Heaven's name, and let me go!" He went his way, and Morewood leaped from the window to find the other two.

He found them, but not alone.