She had recognised the right, not out of the fear of the threat so much--although that weighed with her, as out of a longing to have done with him for good and all.
Instinct had told her that this was the last type of man to find favour in Harry Luttrell's eyes, that she herself would be lowered from her high pedestal in his heart, if he knew of the false friendship.
"Well, I agreed to see you," she replied.

"But I have to go back to the ball.

Will you please to be quick ?" "The time and the place were of your own choice." "My choice!" Joan answered.

"I had no choice.

A girl amongst visitors in a country house--when is she free?
When is she alone?
She can keep to her room--yes! But that's all her liberty.