"You have not seen Crossjay?" Willoughby inquired.
"No," said Clara. "Once more I beg you to pardon him. He spoke falsely, owing to his poor boy's idea of chivalry."
"The chivalry to the sex which commences in lies ends by creating the woman's hero, whom we see about the world and in certain courts of law."
His ability to silence her was great: she could not reply to speech like that.
"You have," said he, "made a confidante of Mrs. Mountstuart."
"Yes."
"This is your purse."
"I thank you."
"Professor Crooklyn has managed to make your father acquainted with your project. That, I suppose, is the railway ticket in the fold of the purse. He was assured at the station that you had taken a ticket to London, and would not want the fly."
"It is true. I was foolish."