'You wouldn't care what you did if you had a mind to do it.' 'No,' she answered.

'I shouldn't care in the least what I did if I had a mind to do it.' There was the faintest mimicry of his half Scotch, half Australian accent in her voice--a little husky, with now and then unsuspected modulations.

She looked at him and the gleam in her eyes and her strange smile made him stare at her in a sort of fascination.

Joan knew those tricks of hers and knew that they boded mischief.

She got up at the moment saying that people were going and that she must bid Lady Tallant good-night.
Then the Premier's wife came up shyly; she wanted to thank Lady Bridget for her singing.