"The quarrel between us is political--and personal.
You will remember." "I shall remember," she answered in a rather frightened voice.
...

It was long before she fell asleep.

"I alone must hover about the gates or steal into your garden like a thief," the Incroyable had said.
"The last time I spoke to him it was to tell him that if he ever set foot on ground of mine, I'd shoot him down!" had been her father's declaration.

And Mr.Carewe had spoken with the most undeniable air of meaning what he said.

Yet she knew that the Incroyable would come again.
Also, with hot cheeks pressed into her pillow, Miss Betty had identified the young man in the white hat, that dark person whose hand she had far too impetuously seized in both of hers.