His eyes were steady upon Leicester now.
"How could you?
How could you ?" she murmured.
Then, dragging--as it were--her hands down to the task, she unbuckled the strap around his wrist and pointed to the door.
Said Miss Belcher, "So two women have shown you mercy to-night, George Leicester!" He went, without any swagger.

His face was white.

Miss Belcher and the Rector drew back as though he carried a disease, and let him pass.

At the door he turned and his eyes, with a kind of miserable raillery in them, challenged Archibald Plinlimmon.
"Yes, you are right." The young man took a step towards him.
"Between us two there is a word to be said." He turned on us abruptly.

"I have been afraid of that man--yes, afraid.