"That's so, I daresay," said the high voice.

"But you see, I wasn't consulted.

I've just got to go where I'm taken." She sank into a chair opposite Merefleet and leant forward.
Merefleet sat perfectly rigid.

There was a marvellous witchery about the clasped hands and bent head before him.

But he did not mean to let his idiotic sentimentality carry him away again.