“Even if—what? Oh, but you don't think she will turn me off, do you? You don't think that?”
“I've told you that I see no reason why she should.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much. Is there anything else that you might wish to say to me?”
“Not now. Perhaps some day I—But not now. No, there's nothing else. Good night, Bayliss; good night and—and good luck.”
“Good night. I—She's not in now, I suppose, is she?”
“She is in, but—Well, I scarcely think you had better see her to-night. She has gone to her room.”
“Oh, I say! it's very early. She's not ill, is she?”
“No, but I think you had best not see her to-night.”
He was disappointed, that was plain, but he yielded. He would have agreed, doubtless, with any opinion of mine just then.
“No doubt you're right,” he said. “Good night. And thank you again.”