There are plenty of nice women who will be glad to marry you, I have no doubt.
You will always have my best wishes for your welfare.

Good-morning.
Her Ladyship will wonder what has become of me.

Be so kind as to let me pass." Tortured by the passion that consumed him, Moody obstinately kept his place between Isabel and the door.

The unworthy suspicion of her, which had been in his mind all through the interview, now forced its way outwards to expression at last.
"No woman ever used a man as you use me without some reason for it," he said.

"You have kept your secret wonderfully well--but sooner or later all secrets get found out.