But he had decided upon a fixed policy, and he was not a man to flinch from consequences.

Miss Deane must be taught to despise him, else, God help them both, she might learn to love him as he now loved her.

So, blundering towards his goal as men always blunder where a woman's heart is concerned, he blindly persisted in allowing her to make such false deductions as she chose from his words.
Iris was the first to regain some measure of self-control.
"I am glad you have been so candid, Captain Anstruther," she commenced, but he broke in abruptly-- "Jenks, if you please, Miss Deane.

Robert Jenks." There was a curious light in her eyes, but he did not see it, and her voice was marvelously subdued as she continued-- "Certainly, Mr.Jenks.Let me be equally explicit before we quit the subject.

I have met Mrs.Costobell.I do not like her.