"Good gracious, Randal!"
"Ruin stares me in the face," says he, "look where I will."
"Very rude of it," says Tita, with an irrepressible laugh. "One should never stare people out of countenance. You should speak to Ruin."
"Oh, it's all very fine making a joke of it!" says Mr. Gower, who is, however, laughing too.
"Where are you going now?" asks Tita, as he moves away from her towards the hall door.
"'Anywhere—anywhere out of the world,'" quotes he, with a dismal shake of the head.
"Is it so serious as all that?" cries Tita. "Look here, Randal, wait a moment, can't you? I have a last request to make. If you are bent on dying, do it; but do it nicely—be picturesque: something original, and no blood. Promise me there will be no blood!"
"'So young, and so untender!'" says Gower, gazing at her with deep reproach.
He seems full of quotations.
"But where are you going, really?"