"But you're set on it?" I asked.
"Isn't it a good deal too late to talk about that? When I've tried to make her love me—and—and she does?"
"Yes, it's late in the day now. You must go to your father."
"I think I'd sooner be taken home to him with a bullet in my head."
"You'll find it won't be quite so bad as you think. Bad, but not quite so bad, you know."
"Ah, you don't allow for—" He stopped. "Well, you remember Hatcham Ford?"
"It seems rather long ago, Lacey."
"Not to him: he broods. If only she wasn't——!"
"'Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo!'"
"That didn't end so deuced happily, did it?"