I have been lying in the woods there watching for the chance to find you alone since sunrise this morning, and it's devil a bite or sup I've had since this time yesterday." "Poor, poor Richard!" She leaned down towards him in an attitude of compassionate, ministering grace.

"But why?
Why did you not come up to the house and ask for me?
No one would have recognised you." "Terence would if he had seen me." "But Terence wouldn't have mattered.

Terence will help you." "Terence!" He almost laughed from excess of bitterness, labouring under an egotistical sense of wrong.

"He's the last man I should wish to meet, as I have good reason to know.

If it hadn't been for that I should have come to you a month ago--immediately after this trouble of mine.