You have no sort of cause for complaint." Eugene could not resist a smile.
"You are sublime!" he said.

Perhaps he would have said more, but at this moment, to his intense surprise, his eyes met Stafford's.

The latter gave him a quick look, in obedience to which he checked his exclamation, and, making some excuse about a parcel due and not arrived, unceremoniously handed Kate to a carriage, bundled Haddington in after her, and walked rapidly to the front of the train, where he had just seen Stafford getting into a third-class compartment.
"What in the world's the meaning of this, my dear old boy ?" "I have left a note for you." "That will explain ?" "No," said Stafford, with his unsparing truthfulness, "it will not explain." "How fagged you look!" "Yes, I am tired." "You must go now, and like this ?" "I think that is less bad than anything else." "You can't tell me ?" "Not now, old fellow.

Perhaps I will some day." "You'll let me know what you're doing?
Hallo, she's off! And, Stafford, nothing ever between us ?" "Why should there be ?" he answered, with some surprise.

"But you know there couldn't be." The train moved on as they shook hands, and Eugene retraced his steps to his phaeton.
"He's given her up," he said to himself, with an irrepressible feeling of relief.