I knew to what tortures the odious little flirt of a Nora would put me with her eternal coquetries with the officers, and refused for a long time to be one of the party to the ball.

But she had a way of conquering me, against which all resistance of mine was in vain.

She vowed that riding in a coach always made her ill.

'And how can I go to the ball,' said she, 'unless you take me on Daisy behind you on the pillion ?' Daisy was a good blood-mare of my uncle's, and to such a proposition I could not for my soul say no; so we rode in safety to Kilwangan, and I felt myself as proud as any prince when she promised to dance a country-dance with me.
When the dance was ended, the little ungrateful flirt informed me that she had quite forgotten her engagement; she had actually danced the set with an Englishman! I have endured torments in my life, but none like that.

She tried to make up for her neglect, but I would not.