Don't mind them, they're friends of mine.
We've ordered up something to drink." She had stood trembling, looking from one to the other, her heart hammering wildly.

No man had ever addressed her with such insolence and before such company.

What she feared was that something would snap in her and she fall fainting to the floor.
"I will change my dress," she had answered firmly, speaking slowly to hide her terror.

She was Lord Carnavon's daughter now.
"No, I tell you, Barbara--I--" There was something in her eyes that told him he had reached the limit of her forbearance.

Beyond that there was danger.
She had glided past him, shut and locked her bedroom door, struggled with bungling fingers into her walking-dress, pinned on her hat, thrown an old silk waterproof around her shoulders, had slid back the bolt of her chamber opening into the hall, crept down the steps, and fled.
Ten minutes later Martha's arms were about her, and she sobbing on her old nurse's shoulder..