"Like Maud, for instance," Mr. Langton says.
"Maud's manners were perfect," Vane answers, flushing. "I could not wish more grace and refinement for my own wife so that her heart is kept truer."
"You are quite decided to go away?" Mr. Langton inquires, disappointed.
"Yes," decidedly. "I can marry Reine, but I cannot live with her just yet."
"Very well, you shall have your way. Now go and ask her if she will have you."
"Where shall I find her?"
"In her own room, I think. I have not seen her in all the bustle. I will wait here. If she says yes, bring her to me."
And Vane turns away with a white, set face, to obey him.