And I want to say that I'm glad in several ways that I met you." Then the blood crept into his face again.

"I should, at least, like you to think kindly of me, and I'm rather afraid appearances are against me.

Because that is so, there's a thing that I should like you to understand.

I'd have been proud to marry you had you been a beggar." "Thank you," said Ida, who saw that he meant it.

"I'm more sorry than ever, but the thing is--out of the question." Kinnaird gravely held out his arm, but she intimated by a little sign that she did not wish to go back with him, and in a moment the curtains swung to behind him, and he had gone.
Ida became conscious that she was growing cold; but she sat quite still for at least five minutes, thinking hard, and wondering why she felt so sorry to give up Gregory Kinnaird.