After all, what folly! Was it likely that wealth, however great, could ever make him of her world, could ever bring him in reality one degree nearer to her?
That night he had lost all confidence.

He told himself that it was the rankest presumption to even think of her.
"The others," he said, "have gone on.

Lady Tresham left word that I was to take you." She glanced at the old-fashioned clock which stood in the corner of the hall.
"How ridiculous to have hurried so!" she said.

"One might surely be comfortable here instead of waiting at the theatre." She walked towards the door with him.

His own little night-brougham was waiting there, and she stepped into it.
"I am surprised at Lady Tresham," she said, smiling.