But she had made up her mind not to be afraid.
"What tales have you heard ?" she asked him.
"You alarm us, you know," he said gallantly, waiving her question.

"We can't afford a prophetess to the other side, just now." Miss Raeburn drew herself up, with a sharp dry look at Miss Boyce, which escaped every one but Lady Winterbourne.
"Oh! I am not a Radical!" said Marcella, half scornfully.

"We Socialists don't fight for either political party as such.

We take what we can get out of both." "So you call yourself a Socialist?
A real full-blown one ?" Lord Maxwell's pleasant tone masked the mood of a man who after a morning of hard work thinks himself entitled to some amusement at luncheon.
"Yes, I am a Socialist," she said slowly, looking at him.

"At least I ought to be--I am in my conscience." "But not in your judgment ?" he said laughing.