"It is her evening, you know." "Surely you would not drive me away," he replied with a languishing air, and then smiled at himself, for he was done with this sort of thing.

"Lady Pippinworth," said he, firmly--it needs firmness when of late you have been saying "Alice." "Well ?" "I have been thinking----" Tommy began.
"I am sure you have," she said.
"I have been thinking," he went on determinedly, "that I played a poor part this afternoon.

I had no right to say what I said to you." "As far as I can remember," she answered, "you did not say very much." "It is like your generosity, Lady Pippinworth," he said, "to make light of it; but let us be frank: I made love to you." Anyone looking at his expressionless face and her lazy disdain (and there were many in the hall) would have guessed that their talk was of where were you to-day?
and what should I do to-morrow?
"You don't really mean that ?" her Ladyship said incredulously.

"Think, Mr.Sandys, before you tell me anything more.

Are you sure you are not confusing me with mamma ?" "I did it," said Tommy, remorsefully.
"In my absence ?" she asked.
"When you were with me on the veranda." Her eyes opened to their widest, so surprised that the lashes had no time for their usual play.
"Was that what you call making love, Mr.Sandys ?" she inquired.
"I call a spade a spade." "And now you are apologizing to me, I understand ?" "If you can in the goodness of your heart forgive me, Lady Pippinworth--" "Oh, I do," she said heartily, "I do.