He held his arm to me ceremoniously, and I could not help thinking that he could play the fine gentleman after all.
My thoughts were so bewildered that I could not take in yet all that this involved, but seeing that he held his arm to me I took it and went out with him.
The night had come on dark outside.

Looking back from the gate, I thought that the little house glowed like a ruby in the darkness.
He put me into the carriage with a careful politeness.

As he wrapped the rug about me I had a sudden sense of the finality of it and the trouble that lay before me and the others, and a pity for his disappointment as well that was so poignant as to be almost unbearable.
"Forgive me," I whispered in the darkness.

"I would have loved you if I could." "Was there some one else, Bawn ?" he whispered back.
"Yes, there was some one else." I felt he had a right to that truth.
"You ought to have told me," he said.

"And you should not have believed that I would win you by blackmail, even though I am Garret Dawson's son." "I am sorry.