"May I not even say that you intended it?
You meant to scourge me, and you succeeded." Constance laughed, though he perceived that her lip trembled a little.
"The scourging had, I think--compensations." "You mean I took refuge with Mrs.Glendower?
Yes, she was kind--and useful.

She is an old friend--more of the family than mine.

She is coming to stay at Flood in August." "Indeed ?" The tone was as cool as his own.

There was a moment's pause.
Then Falloden turned another face upon her.
"Lady Constance!--I have something rather serious and painful to tell you--and I am glad of this opportunity to tell you before you hear it from any one else.

There was a row in college last night, or rather this morning, after the ball, and Otto Radowitz was hurt." The colour rushed into Connie's face.