She turned away in silence; but something in her expression, in his feeling at the time, in the situation, incited Longueville to higher play.

He felt a lively need of carrying his point.
"You see it will be pure kindness," he went on,--"a simple act of charity.

Five minutes will be enough.

Treat me as an Italian beggar." She had laid down his sketch and had stepped forward.

He stood there, obsequious, clasping his hands and smiling.
His interruptress stopped and looked at him again, as if she thought him a very odd person; but she seemed amused.