His cousin had flushed a dusky yellowish red.

What had made him tease the poor brute! "I was to tell you she is sorry you are not free.

Twelve years is a long time.

You know your law, and what chance it gives you." Soames uttered a curious little grunt, and the two remained a full minute without speaking.

'Like wax!' thought Jolyon, watching that close face, where the flush was fast subsiding.