But I should love you just as much--I could not love you more--if you would be warmer to me." As we went along at a speed which made the familiar roads oddly strange, all the landmarks being slurred by the speed, I looked from one side of the road to the other.
My mind was full of Anthony Cardew's messenger, the one he was so sure would break the web of lies in pieces.

I said to myself that of course he could not come in time and that if he could come it would be useless.
Even Anthony himself could have done nothing, since the secret was not one that we could bring into the open.

Still, the air seemed full of expectation.

We met very few vehicles, very few foot passengers, but at those we did meet I looked eagerly.

He had been very sure that his messenger would arrive in time.