"And yet—I must tell her!" he groaned.
"And afterwards, where shall you go?"
"Anywhere," he sighed, with a hopeless gesture.
"And—the race?"
"Will be run without me."
"And your friends—the Marquis, Viscount Devenham, and the rest?"
"Will, I expect, turn their gentlemanly backs upon me—as you yourself have done. So, madam, I thank you for your past kindness, and bid you—good-by"
"Stop, sir!"
"Of what avail, madam?" sighed Barnabas, turning away.
"Come back—I command you!"