I met him at the place where the Ainsleys lived, a little village called Bridgeford; and though--it's easy to be wise after the event--I didn't like him much, we got to be kind of friends.

He's full of low cunning and I'd no idea he was after Miriam until it was too late.

You see the sort of man he is." "And he will be the Marquess," she said, musingly.
"Oh, yes, nothing can prevent that," assented Derrick, with a short laugh.
"It is a pity," she said.
"A thousand pities," agreed Derrick; "but there you are! It's our system of primogeniture, eldest son, you know." "If you go to England, you will keep out of his way," she said.
"Rather!" said Derrick, grimly.

"If I go to England--and, of course, I shall if you wish it--I shall keep out of everybody's way.

I shall use my assumed name, Sydney Green." "It will be well to do so," she said, gravely.