So there you are already with your relation.

It's the end of your goodness." "And the beginning," said Voyt, "of your play!" "Aren't they all, for that matter, even the worst," Mrs.Dyott pursued, "supposed SOME time or other to get out?
But if meanwhile they've been in, however briefly, long enough to adorn a tale ?" "They've been in long enough to point a moral.

That is to point ours!" With which, and as if a sudden flush of warmer light had moved him, Colonel Voyt got up.

The veil of the storm had parted over a great red sunset.
Mrs.Dyott also was on her feet, and they stood before his charming antagonist, who, with eyes lowered and a somewhat fixed smile, had not moved.
"We've spoiled her subject!" the elder lady sighed.
"Well," said Voyt, "it's better to spoil an artist's subject than to spoil his reputation.

I mean," he explained to Maud with his indulgent manner, "his appearance of knowing what he has got hold of, for that, in the last resort, is his happiness." She slowly rose at this, facing him with an aspect as handsomely mild as his own.