"I only hope I may prove worthy of them!" "One thing more," said Lord Mordaunt, and stepping over to another curtain he drew it aside and there emerged Lord Wynchgate.
He stood before Winnifred, a manly contrition struggling upon features which, but for the evil courses of he who wore them, might have been almost presentable.
"Miss Clair," he said, "I ask your pardon.

I tried to carry you off.

I never will again.

But before we part let me say that my acquaintance with you has made me a better man, broader, bigger and, I hope, deeper." With a profound bow, Lord Wynchgate took his leave..