Miss Westonhaugh was no exception to this rule, and she drew herself up proudly.
There was a moment's pause, during which Isaacs seemed penitent, and she appeared to be revolving the bearings of the affront conveyed in his last words.

She looked along the floor, slowly, till she might have seen his toes; then her eyes opened a moment and met his, falling again instantly with a change of colour.
"And pray, Mr.Isaacs, would you mind giving us a list of the ladies you look upon with 'respectful and devotional reverence ?'" One of the horses held by the saice at the corner of the lawn neighed lowly, and gave Isaacs an opportunity of looking away.
"Miss Westonhaugh," he said quietly, "you know I am a Mussulman, and that I am married.

It may be that I have borrowed a phrase from your language which expresses more than I would convey, though it would ill become me to withdraw my last words, since they are true." It was my turn to be curious now.

I wondered where his boldness would carry him.

Among his other accomplishments, this man was capable of speaking the truth even to a woman, not as a luxury and a _bonne bouche_, but as a matter of habit.