No, don't let us talk any more now.
There will be plenty of time for that to-morrow." She rose, looked at Anscombe, looked at me, looked at her father very pitifully; then with a little exclamation of despair passed into her room by the French window, where presently I heard her call the native maid and tell her that she was to sleep with her.
Marnham watched her depart.

Then he too went with his head bowed and staggering a little in his walk.

Next Anscombe rose and limped off into his room, I following him.
"Well, young man," I said, "you have put us all in the soup now and no mistake." "Yes, Allan, I am afraid I have.

But on the whole don't you think it rather interesting soup--so many unexpected ingredients, you see!" "Interesting soup! Unexpected ingredients!" I repeated after him, adding, "Why not call it hell's broth at once ?" Then he became serious, dreadfully serious.
"Look here," he said, "I love Heda, and whatever her family history may be I mean to marry her and face the row at home." "You could scarcely do less in all the circumstances, and as for rows, that young lady would soon fit herself into any place that you can give her.

But the question is, how can you marry her ?" "Oh! something will happen," he replied optimistically.
"You are quite right there.