Then I entered.
You must excuse me for doing so.

How was I to know I was entertaining angels unaware ?" With a low cry of consternation his hearer's hands flew up and covered his face, to hide the blushes that were not there.
"Your red handkerchief and hat do you good service in your masquerade, mademoiselle.

I confess I should never suspect a lady in that suit of velveteen." With a sudden theatrical abandon the "lady in velveteen" flung herself on her knees at his feet.
"Forgive me!" she cried, holding up her clasped hands.

"Have pity on me! Don't reveal my secret, for Heaven's sake." "Forgive you!" repeated Sir Everard, hastily.

"What have I to forgive?
Pray get up; there is no reason you should kneel and supplicate pity from me." He raised her imperatively.