As it is, I suppose you have been sitting up too late.Goodbye.I am so glad that you were here to meet Mr.Trent.
Mr.Davenant is my cousin, you know," she continued, turning to her visitor, "and he is almost the only one of my family who has not cast me off utterly." Davenant made his adieux with a heavy heart.

He hated the hypocrisy with which he hoped for Scarlett Trent's better acquaintance and the latter's bluff acceptance of an invitation to look him up at his club.

He walked out into the street cursing his mad offer to her and the whole business.
But Ernestine was very well satisfied.
She led Trent to talk about Africa again, and he plunged into the subject without reserve.

He told her stories and experiences with a certain graphic and picturesque force which stamped him as the possessor of an imaginative power and command of words for which she would scarcely have given him credit.

She had the unusual gift of making the best of all those with whom she came in contact.