No ?--possibly not.

Here and there a girl is a Tartar.

Ines talked of her as if she were a kind of religious edifice and a doubt were sacrilege.

She could impress the rascal: girls have their arts for reaching the holy end, and still they may have a welcome for a foreign ship.
The earl said humorously: 'You will grant me permission to lunch at your mistress's table in her absence ?' And she said: 'My lord!' And he resumed, to waken her interest with a personal question: 'You like our quiet country round Esslemont ?' She said: 'I do,' and gave him plain look for look.

Her eye was undefended: he went into it, finding neither shallow nor depth, simply the look, always the look; whereby he knew that no story of man was there, and not the shyest of remote responsive invitations from Nature's wakened and detected rogue.