Her voice was musical, balanced, her language breathed; it had manner, and an indescribable cadence of intelligence, joined to a deliberation, which touched her off with distinction.

When she spoke to him--and she seemed to do that as by studied intention and with tact at certain intervals--her manner was composed and kind.

She had resolved on her part.

She asked him about his journey over, about his plans for the day, and if he had decided to ride with her in the Park,--he could have the general's mount, she was sure, for the general was not going that day,--and would he mind doing a little errand for her afterwards in Regent Street, for the child--she feared she herself would not have time?
Just then General Armour entered, and, passing behind her, kissed her on the cheek, dropping his hand on Frank's shoulder at the same time with a hearty greeting.

Of course, Frank could have his mount, he said.