Let us abandon this discussion once and for all, Borrowdean.

We have arrived at a cul-de-sac, and I have spoken my last word." Borrowdean threw his half-finished cigarette into the ever-widening creek below.

It was characteristic of the man that his face showed no sign of disappointment.

Only for several moments he kept silence.
"Come," Mannering said at last.

"Let us make our way back to the house.
If you are resolved to get back to town to-night, we ought to be thinking about luncheon." "Thank you," Borrowdean said.