I say nothing of myself.

You will soon discover why I patiently submit to suspicions which other women would resent as an insult." "Let me discover it at once.

Now! Without wasting a moment more!" There had hitherto been some little distance between them.

Mercy had listened, waiting on the threshold of her door; Horace had spoken, standing against the opposite wall of the corridor.

When he said his last words he suddenly stepped forward, and (with something imperative in the gesture) laid his hand on her arm.