Sabine would tell me and offered to at once if I wished, but--it all upsets her so--I agree with her--it is much happier for both of us not to talk about it.
Only if there seems to be some hitch I will get her to tell me, so that I may be able to help her.

I have a fairly clear judgment generally--and may see some points she and Mr.Parsons have neglected." Michael gazed into the fire--at this moment his worst enemy might have pitied him.
"Supposing anything were to go really wrong, Henry, it would cut you up awfully, eh ?" And if Lord Fordyce had not been so preoccupied with his own emotions, he would have seen an over-anxiety on the face of his friend.
"I believe it would just end my life, Michael," he answered, very low.
"I am not a boy, you know, to get over it and begin again." Mr.Arranstoun bounded from his chair.
"Nothing must be allowed to go wrong, then, old man," he exclaimed almost fiercely.

"Don't you fret.

But, by Jove, we will be late for dinner!" and afraid to trust himself to say another word, he turned to one of the groups near and at last got from the room.

He did not go up to his own, but on into the front hall, and so out into the night.