If I thought you were ever tempted to regard me as an adventurer--" "Mr.Lashmar!" cried Iris, almost tearfully.

"This is dreadful.

How could such a thought enter my mind?
Is _that_ your opinion of me ?" "Pray don't be absurd," interposed Dyce, with an impatient gesture.

"I detest this shrillness, as I've told you fifty times." Iris bridled a little.
"I'm sure I wasn't _shrill_.

I spoke in a very ordinary voice.