You are sure you are not hurt?
I thought from your father's face you must be.

He must be very fond of you to look so scared.

He was as white as a ghost." "He is fond of me, I hope and think," said Stafford.

"Candidly, I did not think he would be so alarmed--but I don't know him very well yet--we have been living apart until just recently." "Why, that is my case," she said.

"My father and I were strangers until the other day, when he came from abroad--What a beautiful house! It is like a miniature palace." She looked at the Villa and then at Stafford with renewed interest.
"I suppose your father is _the_ Sir Stephen Orme of whom one has heard so much?
I did not think of it until this moment." Stafford was giving instructions that the Falconers' carriage should be seen to, and so was spared a reply.