"You must not speak too much in this evening air," said Deronda, feeling Mordecai's words of reliance like so many cords binding him painfully. "Cover your mouth with the woolen scarf. We are going to the _Hand and Banner_, I suppose, and shall be in private there?"

"You must not speak too much in this evening air," said Deronda, feeling painfully responsible. "We are going to the Hand and Banner, I suppose, to be private there?"
