You would not leave this room at the request of these gentlemen.

But you know that you can safely leave it at mine." The captive made another reverence.

"I have never complained of your injustice," she said.

"I need scarcely say what I think of your generosity." And before our staring eyes could blink she had passed out of the room, Basil holding the door open for her.
He turned to Greenwood with a relapse into joviality.

"This will be a relief to you," he said.
"Yes, it will," replied that immovable young gentleman with a face like a sphinx.
We found ourselves outside in the dark blue night, shaken and dazed as if we had fallen into it from some high tower.
"Basil," said Rupert at last, in a weak voice, "I always thought you were my brother.