I'm staying with her." She stood solemnly fixing me with her goggles.

"Would you like to paint me now ?" she asked.

She seemed to speak, with intense gravity, from behind a mask or a cage.
There was nothing to do but treat the question still with high spirits.
"It would be a fascinating little artistic problem!" That something was wrong it wasn't difficult to see, but a good deal more than met the eye might be presumed to be wrong if Flora was under Mrs.Meldrum's roof.

I hadn't for a year had much time to think of her, but my imagination had had ground for lodging her in more gilded halls.

One of the last things I had heard before leaving England was that in commemoration of the new relationship she had gone to stay with Lady Considine.