"You two!" says Clarissa, telling the truth out of sheer fright.
"You will be so kind as to explain yourself, Clarissa," says Dorian, with dignity. "Georgie and I have long ago made up our minds that Solon when compared with us was a very poor creature indeed."
"A perfect fool!" says Mrs. Branscombe, with conviction.
The brightness of their tone, their whole manner, tell Clarissa that some good and wonderful change has taken place.
"Then why is Dorian going abroad, instead of staying at home like other people?" she says, uncertainly, feeling still puzzled.
"He isn't going anywhere: I have forbidden him!" says Mrs. Branscombe, with saucy shyness.
"Oh, Jim, they have made it up!" says Miss Peyton, making this vulgar remark with so much joy and feeling in her voice as robs it of all its commonplaceness. She turns to Scrope as she says this, her eyes large with delight.
"We have," says Georgie, sweetly. "Haven't we Dorian?" And then again slipping her hand into his, "He is going to stay at home always for the future: aren't you, Dorian?"
"I am going to stay just wherever you are for the rest of my life," says Dorian; and then Clarissa and James know that everything has come all right.
"Then you will be at home for our wedding," says Scrope, taking Clarissa's hand and turning to Branscombe.