Could Mistress Winthrop have guessed the bitter self-derision with which he had, in apparent levity, offered her his name, she might have felt some pity for him who had no pity for himself.
And so, to-night he felt--as once for a moment Everard had made him feel--that he had a very real wrong of his own to avenge upon his father; and the task before him lost much of the repugnance that it had held for him hitherto.
All this because four hours ago he had looked into the brown depths of Mistress Winthrop's eyes.

He sighed, and declaimed a line of Congreve's: "'Woman is a fair image in a pool; who leaps at it is sunk.'" The landlord came to bid him in to supper.

He excused himself.

Sent his lordship word that he was over-tired, and went off to bed.
They met at breakfast, at an early hour upon the morrow, Mistress Winthrop cool and distant; his lordship grumpy and mute; Mr.Caryll airy and talkative as was his habit.

They set out soon afterwards.