"I ought to go." "No," she answered.

"It is pleasant before the fire here." "Thank you.

I should like to stay for a little while.

I did not know until I came into this room with how much anxiety I had been looking forward to this night." He leaned forward with his hands clenched, and saw pass in the bright coals glimpses of the long tale of days when endeavour was fruitless and hopes were disappointed.

"Success! Lord, how I wanted it!" he whispered.
Stella Croyle looked at him with a smile.
"It was sure to come to you, since you wanted it enough," she said.
"Yes, but in time ?" exclaimed Hillyard.
"In time for what ?" Hillyard broke into a laugh.
"I don't know," he answered.