Albert Kinross

“ The interval was filled by Merceron's cry:
"I have it—that man, Carter-Page—he knows—of course he knows!"
Merceron ran off to get a cab.
"I must find the little beast," he muttered on the way. "Of course he knows. Why was he so affable?—he's cut me for three years, and now—thank the merciful God that created snobs! Somebody must have told him that I was at that house last night, or else he saw me there, and she's—'An earl's coronet, a yellow domino, and Knightsbridge!'" cried Merceron joyfully, as he hailed the cab that drove him back to his club. ”

“ For had he not built his new life up around her—was she not the heart of it and the kernel, its keystone, its Leit-motif? Without her, it could not be lived. The rest—the rest was lifeless; without her animating spirit, dead, soulless, profitless! ”